Cold night, Clear air
Far sight, Bright stars
Standing with head tipped,
Eyes staring, yearning
Dotted skies, I inhale,
Ingest, ingest, ingest…
Ruminate the blackness,
Engulfing pinpricks,
I am engulfed in whirling immensities.
Only embers and whizzing sparks before me are warm; they are diminishing;
Entropy before me,
I understand the coyote’s howl,
The barred owl’s growled hoop,
Small creature’s frightened skittering
Against the silent cold.
My veins race
to deliver new fire,
to drive away the cold,
to deny at least a little while
That I am growing old.