Winter Excursion

for the brother who considered himself just another force of nature

By William Goulet

Ice clacking branches in moonlit gusts

deem this trudge conceivably lethal,

but dim echoes of its crunching tread

lure from an uncharted distance. As air

molecules chillingly compress, wet

snow petrifies beneath wind accosted

crust. Shiverless birch droop to their

limit, crowns brushing granite glacially

cleaved.

Such power, although slightly outdone

by this steady, panting ramble, quite

unwilling to be turned around despite

lack of destination. Refined points of

tremorless stars shunned so they give no

direction. Surely absolute zero out of

deep space broke every law and descended,

bloom truly unthinkable now with even

the concept frozen.

Immobilized, the hollowed out moment,

nothing but itself, unable to pass with no

flow of content, commands utmost clarity

devoid of any focus. Surroundings

immaterial leave senses open to doubt,

yet something is here…some essence…but of what…

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William Goulet resides in Cornwall, Connecticut. His work has appeared in Tipton Poetry Journal, Stone Poetry Quarterly, and Apricity. His play "Filler" was produced at Paradise Factory, 64 East 4th Street, NYC.