As a writer, it is natural to return to certain themes and images for the same reason that we all return naturally to certain ways of categorizing and thinking about the world we live in. Ultimately we make sense of things by drawing on our personal experiences and our natural way of seeing things.
As I have written before, I once worked for the United States Forest Service on a trail crew in the Anaconda-Pintler Wilderness in Montana. I return often in my writing to those mountain summers, to the those wild places where I once had the privilege to work and live.
Today’s poem, “Time,” uses images of cairn-building in a different way than my poem “Ahead of the Next Storm.” Or, maybe it is the same after all. I will let you decide.
On yet another cold February morning, I pull out the Underwood 319 and re-work another poem.