You’ve Felt Two Here Since You Moved

You’re cold. You need a coat.
The wind is picking up
Now that the day is gone.

You keep thumbing the books
For wisdom, new or old.
None of them are moving.

You could just watch the haze.
You could pretend you are
The individual

Who twenty years ago
Avoided this desert
For its lack of winter.

If there were real wisdom
In any human texts
From any person’s thoughts,

Real wisdom, everyone
Would probably know it.
No one doubts an earthquake.