'In the Dark Dust Becomes Me' by Russell Buker

In the Dark Dust Becomes Me

This sightless morning
I stand alone,
having just fed
the birds, to feel
the silence of a
first snow drift
down to me and sense
my intuition pushing
against the diminishing
space I used to own

Written by Russell Buker, first posted to People's Poetry Bookshelf on 10 February 2013