With plenty of places to disappear
even as the world and time and light
all grow smaller,
there is a shelf full of hiding places
for my psyche (mostly Arctic- I choose
not to dwell on ‘why’ too much).
Like important geologic formations
some movement is indiscernible,
and like big philosophic climaxes
some whispers are like shouts.
We meet in our thermals
with no barriers.
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