View From The Window

by Rick Campbell

for Liz in Laramie

I stand on a darkened butte,
watch you walk through incongruous
pools of winter light.

You're leaving slowly,
wrapped in a long woolen coat
and your hair curls out

beneath your scarf. I imagine
a peasant woman, Ukraine, Black
and gray trees ring your path,

The safety lamps light your way
but I know you are lost.