Some 1AM Thought Under a Winter Sky

I woke up the other morning to this headline in the New York Times.



Iowa doesn't make the Times very often, mostly only on election years, so we get pretty excited when others take notice.

Unfortunately, this isn't the kind of press that's good. And it's a reminder of just how much easier it is to destroy than to build.

So, here's a poem. From a teacher.

Some 1AM thoughts under a winter sky

After her urgent appeal
at the bedroom door,
the old dog and I dashed
out into the cold night.
Irritation rose behind my eyes;
my bare feet freezing
in barn boots, hastily donned.
I wish I could say
an epiphany waited
under the moonless sky, out there
amongst the rustle
of the dry red oak leaves
that still clung to the trees;
that looking up I saw at once
the heavens and felt
the embrace of the stars,
that I was filled.
Out there, perched on the
early-hour edge
of a new year, the dog’s nose
tilted to sniff the air and
she paused to stare
with blind eyes
into the darkness.

– Steve Peterson