I have a view on nature
fleeting, but that's like.
I see rocks and trees
smoke from my mother's sigarette
the window is cold.
It is December.
It was so snowy a while ago
that I couldn't see the road.
White Out.
I know these scenes
like the pages of a book.
I know where the accident was
I have folded down the corner
of that page in my life
and every time we pass,
I remember.
That day was slippery too.
Those poor people
out in the rain
the words I can never forget.
My God
They're doing CPR on that boy.
The scars are gone from the road now.
Under the wet grey slush.
And the ditch they rolled into
is under a blanket of snow.
We climb the cliff
like always.
Up past Wilno
to the top.
I can see Round Lake from there
but it's frozen now.
I like it much better
in the summer.
But I will watch it now. From my travelling picture window.