I don’t want to be forced to argue
in favor of my existence.
Just because you cannot always see
my line of thought, my six-foot-five self,
does not mean I will not allow you
the last word as in the past.
I will make do with the clouds
that close in on the mountain tops
and blow aspen branches to the ground
or break pine boughs with heavy snows.
We see the effect of the wind upon trees,
but not the trees’ effect upon the wind.
It is that way with people—
impacts, no matter what type, effect both parties.
I collected enough downed wood
to stoke the stove most of the winter.
Yeah. I spend a lot of time trying to see
the fire’s flame beyond the yellow-orange tips
into the wavy lines of smoke-cloaked heat
rising up the chimney flue.