As I was spreading rock salt on the sidewalk yesterday, I thought about this poem. I shook a canister freeing each small, irregularly-shaped piece that had been “freed after eons of dark solitude” and thought about how they will eventually make their way back underground. I will likely think of the poem every time I salt the walk from now on. It’s a great poem on a subject that I had never contemplated much before. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.