Dreams

Rebecca Solnit says, “Something is always far away.”
Do I stand in your scheme of sorrow and silence?
You slice my rough edges
You disable my confused arrows
Elusive
Circulating spacious
Let it slow.

She continues, “The far seeps in even to the nearest.”
Do I stand in your whispers of higher purpose?
You smoothen my seasons
You fathom my precision
Generous
Being possible
Let it snow.