Half the day lost, staring
at this window. I wanted to know
just one true thing

about the soul, but I left thinking
for thought, and now -
two inches of snow have fallen

over the meadow. Where did I go,
how long was I out looking
for you?, who would never leave me,
my withness, my here.

Poet: Kate Knapp Johnson
Poem: The Meadow
Volume: Wind Somewhere, and Shade
Year: Published/Written in 2001
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