November Ice

30 November 2012, Saint Paul

Everything is a black box

like car batteries or border collies

barking at chainlink fences

squawking power line crows are

sheet music for a Bach cantata

too difficult for mortals to play

Reflections of passing clouds are

a well-rehearsed tango

between invisible partners

newly formed ice suspends

countless questions unattended

but too buoyant to fall