Bewilderness
Sarah Ann Winn
Breaking trail
soundlessly
on snowshoes,
the mute world's
tail is white and long.
We are tracing
tracks unconfined
by lines, not following
rivers, half frozen,
glass dangled,
daily more ornamented.
We track,
with a hunger
wilder than elusive moose.
Insatiable for sky, for hills,
for unhingeable eyes
like a snake's jaw.
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Sarah Ann Winn lives in Fairfax, Virginia. Her poems have appeared or will soon appear in [d]ecember, Flycatcher, Lunch Ticket, Massachusetts Review, and Stirring, among others. Her chapbook, Portage, is forthcoming from Sundress Publications this winter. Visit her at bluebirdwords.com or follow her @blueaisling on Twitter.