Jan 1
ice sheets in continental collision—silver shards
thrust-faulting into fantastic arctic mountain ranges—a geologic era now taking
seconds
Jan 6
fog, like a conceptual identity, lifts, and the silver
waterway is there, as it always is, open, spontaneous, and never the same river
twice
Jan 14
rain falls, fog forms, and the river appears to disappear on
the way out to sea—sometimes i get a great notion to jump in the current and be
Jan 15
scintillating ice stars in a sky of river
Jan 17
sparkling high water has made this low-lying reach a no
man’s land—the yawp of geese, laughter of ducks, rushes of being
Jan 22
a tugboat fragments polar vortex ice—an eagle’s wings divine
the mystic currents
Jan 24
stopping by the roadside on an open bluff above a frozen
river in zero degree wind chill sunshine, i grasp the raw stillness—changing a
tire