Lost Days
After Emily Dickinson’s ‘Wild nights-Wild nights!’
by Rowan Katzbaer
Lost days— Lost days!
That I could trace
what the wind erased,
mountain worn to its base.
Precious— the stones
to a heart blow open.
Into the gust—
Into the gale!
Sheltering nowhere—
Oh— the storm!
Might I remember tonight—
only you.
