–by Rodney Nelson
I am in snow but if I were
in June and at the rock I would
put both hands on it and have them
listen to the nonmovement of
an other life
not what they’d get
from a bull’s haunch nor any sign
to me and maybe no more than
the feel of it yet that would do
I have been at the rock in June
and put my hands on it and tried
to hear but only meant to show
my animal gratitude for
being with it
knowing I would
remember in snow how I went
to the rock in June like a bull
and got the wanted touch or feel
Clerestory Poetry Journal 