Landscapes one needs

Colors for which one hungers

Times of the day one seldom sees.

The right display of bark

The badger’s cubby hole

The hawk’s spread of rusty wing

The lopsided hand-built architecture.

Soul says, take me out to see these things.

Odr says, let me wander far and wide.

For I am not whole without beholding

All the quirks the world’s strange mirrors

Let me see in me, alive.