brilliant flakes

strand themselves

across the ranks of windless oceans,

while deeper inside

the intoxicated sky mirrors reflections

revealing earlier secret winters,

precious embraces

using the breath, then

halting between spaces,

using that gesture

while imagining perfect drifts

fantastic frozen lakes,

forging a rooted love

yet…

?

? ?

? ? ?

how could this holy oneness

permit

this random moment to survive alone

?

? ?

? ? ?

deathlessly,

this vision appears so novel,

solid,

melting,

patching together these cracks

in a world called Earth

so when the warm snow begins

drifting down

the icy caverns of time,

at last we will know

we were once very alive

11/7/69