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