Snowcapped

by M.N. O'Brien

I empty the observation deck of my mind,

guessing this is what I'm supposed to do

in my bedroom, to wake up on mountaintops.

The isotopes of winter count the ways

I wonder by looking at my footprints in snow.

I'm to understand this without thinking.

Underrated and overstated quotations burst

open a debate to decry and decriminalize.

I guess this is what I'm supposed to do

to wake up on the snowcapped mountaintops.

I guess these are the things I'm supposed to say

to empty the observation deck of my mind.