Let’s be silent together tracing down, listening up
coyote quiet slide in throat, bone cold promise of spring
echoes lichen, desire, dripping from lips, prayer, guesses
about prey and last night’s music, connections from scratch
some deep at least four ice inches thick we are in the midst of it
made of it, the middle of everything
Photo and poem by Tessa Wedberg. Sunday Saunter, 22 January 2023 in Fremont County, Iowa.