What is rigid has its place,
a dimming to come back to.
What’s right is mutable.
Station to depart from, smoky
platform in the tiny hours.
Condensation gathered on the clock.
Pull the collar close. Leave conversation
watchful by the gate.
Gray as it is, the structure’s bulk
remains for acres into the fog.
—Melanie Rehak, from “Self-Portrait as the Liberal Arts.”
Photography: Angex Lin.