Recollections Of Being

White-out, Pojoaque River for Keith Wilson Eye-socket muscles clench around snow-glare like two fists. He sees winter only in this world: everywhere else is summer. Dogs tame to gentleness in the yards he passes; only a horse, taciturn all year, chooses to neigh now. His Samoyed, white against white, off to a war, scats up black pads like signals. Explosion of magpies-sky trailing from low tails, ink and frost featherworks. In these distances, both east and west, the mountain tables sit powdered with snow as if the gods had flown to scatter glacial pollen on their thrones. He walks a colorless music, ivory and black coding the universe alone (where, finally, slight spider death had crawled on poison, now sorrowed for, and shrunk to her last web). At the impassable water, where the walk ends, he hears potential company. No: now it's river plays her bass counterpoint against a leaf held to its branch. Treble is higher up, against a stone. At last, the leaf dislodged moves on downstream. Sound stops-breaking a silence.Tarn, Nathaniel is the author of 'Recollections Of Being', published 2004 under ISBN 9781844710553 and ISBN 1844710556.