cold II

what is the white tent erect
on the lawn, that we go in 
and out like a dance in the
dawn, in one side and
out the other, our faces blithe
as we face one another

if we knew the why and
what it was it would be
more terrible, more wonderful
than we could ever see -
we do not want to know,
that is God's purview, we
cannot understand with such
little minds and hearts

on the horizon line of the hill,
etched against the pale sky
the cattle move slow,
plodding in the cold -
the cat purrs, hungry
the whole house is asleep
and I am become old -
the new face of my transient soul
is me

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