Snowfield

I cross it just to see my footprints well behind

But when I turn the blizzard always threatens me to blind

My eyes from where I’ve been

And though I know I need to keep

My focus on where I’m going

I can’t help looking back

To see where my feet pressed down so deep

…

When I reach the other side

The view expands around

And includes where I would bound

That is where we meet

And no, not a thing that I had been

Will I ever get to hide

Or will ever catch us when we ride

…

Before and there and other side

For some are all the same and each one knows her name

They watch and wait their eyes too wide