Big Sky Country
You arrest me
Command my attention
Winter is not to blank over, to rush through
but to gather into my bones.
To lead me back to my rhythmic ways
How simple satisfaction is when we have to earn it,
Go outside, collect some wood, bring it in and get it crackling
I’ve proven my desire to live once again.
Here, I don’t have to pause to remind myself to ‘take it all in’
She gives me no choice
Under the mountains and their dancing seasons,
I am a child slung across a mother’s lap.
I feel her every breath, mood and movement
Here for every minute of it
