Kurt Philip Behm

New Hampshire Dawn

Coming from nowhere

Going the same

The tracks in front

Pointing to

Tracks behind

The wind on the lake

Reminding

That I am still a guest

The snow on the ice

An invitation

Begging acceptance

New Hampshire Winters

Are white

In my consciousness

And frozen in their

Clarity

Even whiter

Dawns

Out of the stillness

A Moose crashes

Through the snow

Never acknowledging

My presence

His majesty

Confirming everything

That unfound I’ve lost

His spirit cries out

And with quiet respect

I follow him across

The frozen lake

Leaving tracks of memory

One final time

  —never to be seen again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)