Visiting Cross Lake - Jason Stefanik

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From Night Became Years. Something about this poem just hits right. Like, it's obviously not meant to be how I'm seeing it, but it just has that vibe. So.


Visiting Cross Lake
by Jason Stefanik

A linchpin pulled from the temperate. Winter detonated
like an upturned snowglobe. I can't tip my visor in crazed adoration,
but I'm giddy at the prospect of love with her again.

Today I feel forgiven, the dross washed from my Cossack
atrocities; I feel the cold reverb of autumn deepen
with a numbing, humbling assonance of northwind.

Her favour I'll prescribe as holy, and prove by deeds
her deification; her presence I'll meet on a bowed knee
before my sudden erasure in a snowstorm.