In shirt sleeves I stepped from my door
\nto find the morning paper.
\nThe shiver of frost washed sleep
\nfrom my face.
\nShards of chime played in the air.
\nImmaculate sound like a galaxy of bells.
\nI stared, feeling the clarity of the cold,
\nthe enthrallment of new snow.
\nThe ashes of the sky sparkling with ice.<\/p>\n
I belonged outside, away from survival.
\nI was not interested in news,
\nthe hot coffee inside,
\nthe melancholy darkness of my house.
\nI was wild with an innate clarity
\ninside me.
\nChallenged by the arctic wind.
\nAs if I had been wakened twice.
\nOnce to an escarpment of walls,
\nthe civilized barriers of a plain
\nordinary life,
\nwhen the true knowledge of the winter
\nwith its harsh ferocity,
\nimplored me to return
\nto the wild place it had for me.<\/p>\n
What was I to do?
\nIn my bare feet.
\nIn my numbing limbs
\nthat impulsively stepped
\noff the porch,
\ninto the snow, a few feet,
\nbefore darting back.
\nAnd inside the door
\nI threw the paper down
\nand sat with my thoughts
\nwith new vitality, and
\na dangerous wonderful intention.
\nTomorrow I would go a little further
\ninto another place,
\nday by day,
\nuntil I was wild again
\nin love with the universe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In shirt sleeves I stepped from my door to find the morning paper. The shiver of frost washed sleep from my face. Shards of chime…<\/p>\n