By Susan Campbell, Fairbanks
The world weathers us —
wind, water, sun and rain,
delight, desire, grief and longing
scour and scrape, a continual chafing.
We resist exposure, shield ourselves,
until the constant rasp of time reveals
our ragged edges, vulnerable to more
weather, more wearing away.
Slowly, sometimes, a gradual uncovering,
a measured reassurance that what once
appeared to be one thing is now another.