New snow;
My dog gallops along, scooping it up
And for once I’m not worried
At what she may suffer from our pollution:
Snow falls, blanketing everything anew,
A white particular fog that isolates us as we walk,
Limiting our world to a block or two of Juneau neighborhood,
Never far from the ocean…
And every now and then a breath-taking glimpse of mountainside
And frosted vertical trees;
The immensity that surrounds us,
Which I for the most part take for granted in my daily routine—
A routine that I hide in from what we’ve done with our world.