entr'acte
the knee high
snow and dense conifers of this poem
mute flimflam reality and the hum without
I plod freely within its safe confines
Its bright glare of white is at once dazzling and soothing
This is a place of possibility,
Silent and forgiving
limitless
But alas,
Temporary
This valley
is my place of renewal, never the same
Looking up, I see that the
Sky rises on Act two
I must go…