Chapman Ridge

Pausing, I stand at the top of the world
now well into February
with my concerns
half your wood, half your hay
behind me.
I stand in the clarity of my neighbor's
expanse of sky
it might be ten degrees
I move snowshoed above the earth
our uplands a frozen sea
I am in shirtsleeves
barehanded to stillness
where the bottom of my fear drops away.


- Jay Robinson, 2016

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