Bitter cold. No one is abroad.
I have been looking everywhere for you.
If you don’t believe me,
Look at my footprints in the snow.
–(anonymous, translated from the Chinese by Kenneth Rexroth)
My dog and I leave two sets of footprints. Together we are a lyric poem, the dog with a temple in her mind–incense, tall windows; and the man with his capacity for being lost. What are we looking for? A house, a door, a familiar street…Other times it’s peace of mind we’re after. Two sets of prints. One creature.