One day, mid winter, I walk on a thawed road. The packed earth wet in the sun, frozen deer tracks, long shadows of man and dog. Surrounding me all the hurdy-gurdy of the unconscious, projections of smiles, old politics, frayed understandings, ice water underfoot. In a winter melt, I meet my ghost in a birch grove. A boyhood light surrounds the trophies of mid life. Barns, houses, fence posts…
Planet of the Blind 