Landscapes One Needs
Landscapes one needs
Colors for which one hungers
Times of the day one seldom sees.
The right display of bark
The badger’s cubby hole
The hawk’s spread of rusty wing
The lopsided hand-built architecture.
Soul says, take me out to see these things.
Odr says, let me wander far and wide.
For I am not whole without beholding
All the quirks the world’s strange mirrors
Let me see in me, alive.