**Now think of a place you have walked: a field, a dried-up branch in the woods, an old logging road, a backyard, a park, a specific zoo, the perimeter of a civil war battlefield, etc. Make them the specific places in your own life, not generalized places.
**Now list a few details/things that exist in this place.
**Now read the following poem by Anthony Piccione:
OUT INTO TWILIGHT, EARLY DECEMBER
A few stars, and suddenly thousands poke through,
their pale blue stares cool and weightless on my face.
What luck! to be alive, walking our frozen outpost,
toes numb, trees stark and wildly poised,
the soft spill of light folding on, on, into the world.
**Now write your own poem. Begin with one thing from your list, simply describing or locating it. How does it signify beyond itself? What does it tell you about, for instance, being alive, or about immediacy, or about longing, or about proclaiming the self toward others, or about forgetting what you most wish you could remember, etc.? In other words, what does it tell you about something from your own specific place in the world?