Signs in the Land and Weather
Walking a road alone in the fog, I can see at last,
signs in the land and weather, what many may miss
hurrying past, sealed in boxes of metal
with wheels, chattering about inconsequentials,
ears glued to little phones. Outside and alone
in the fog, one can feel the moment
just after the thaw began before daybreak
when the roadside shoulder edging
the crown had been unyielding in its hardness,
slick and treacherous for so long. Finally,
walkers through long winters can savor
that morning when the earth softens,
offering itself like a free bed to all
who have trouble staying upright in the earth.
© Angus Watkins