Wind spills over the mountain
and rushes into this valley.
It skates across the river
and gains the near-side shore.
It overcomes the chemical factory and the Rehab Center,
and it floods the campus,
its unity is broken by buildings
before it chills the hand that writes these words.
16 January 2001
Light scatters all over the morning sky,
planets, stars, and the expanding beyond.
Lord Rayleigh understands.
Whispy weather moves west to east,
and I can find due north.