Also this phenomenon I note:
When I write letters whose recipients
After several intervals of several months
Answer and do not discourse on items I have raised,
Or speak to questions that I ask,
But each--uniquely poised at central point
Of each one's world--relates to me he saw a cloud,
Or comments on a vagrant wind along the grass
Where he resides.
Reminiscent hints of what I experience when I drive along the prairie, or if I'm fortunate enough, when I walk through along the plains. Beautifully done!