“Peace in this loud tunnel of wind where we live Tunnel noise that won't let up But also the flowers grow And cold fall air blows Leaves across concrete Where walking now I sense storm Shrinks miles between us A thousand years ago On horse hooves Across heaven's desert To here am not wholly lost In terrible beauty it all Its low hum The feeling know it's there cannot see Not a ventilator drone song thunder from another world Three summers past Near Jackson Hole Wyoming When sun disappeared and sat Our phones ringing stream-water reflected Before darkness came image you pouring coffee There is room for to feel happy“