Split

by Niall Campbell

One night I was sitting by my inner life
and it was such a little fire
and, here and here, the snow was coming down.
Doesn’t snowfall make everything so quiet ?

So white, the soft drift packed along the wilds.
And maybe I wasn’t a young man then,
careful and careful I stepped into the fire
as I stepped onto the snow, and turned for home.

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