those frozen crystals
one after the next
swirl and gust, dance
in sky, as we stare
hoping streets turn white
with each inch on ground
silent time arrives
waiting by the radio
listening to county
after county close schools
for children only think
of sledding and cocoa, and
knocking powder off oak branches
landscape like the untouched moon
today with Zoom the flakes
still descend, but screens trap
the young inside their computers
a flat warm world without end
no more snow days
glistening needles
high beam light
soft snow
falling on
Umbria mountain
we freeze
this moment
black cactus
scurries
into night
Puddle, seconds before child
stomps that glistening water, sky rain,
cousin to Atlantic and Pacific.
Wet space where Trident gum lives between
teeth and tongue, swishing this way and that,
minty boat soon to be spit out.
Blue eyes, reflecting sunset waves, dancing
light, endless saltwater pools, see, feel
everything.
Square windowed snowfall, winter flakes
drift, living Monet, pine trees frozen
in distance.
they say he broke
into dozens of homes
to steal calories, for
each winter he had
to survive Maine woods
under sleeping bag after
sleeping bag, wake himself
at 2am some freezing
nights just to move
around and live, not
die of frozen heart
stoppage of blood like
how time stood still
his twenty seven years
alone in trees listening
to the chickadees, chickadees
he listened more than
the rest of us
who were warm watching
M*A*S*H reruns, wondering when
the next war would
begin, but he never
even looked at his
own reflection, didn’t witness
the changing of human
events, his were the
seasons, and the thieving
moments late at night
so he could stay
alone forever, however long
that might be, but
one evening he was
caught and it all
ended, his silent solitude
had to speak again
sad, no longer free
