great clouds of snow like tumbleweed tumbling across the surface of the frozen lake an army of ghosts fill my emptied eyes with angst and longing teasing my emptied heart if you have never seen snow you should see it first like this it may cleanse your palate for living for loving if it does not blind you if it does not lift you off the earth conscripted by ghosts carried by the tide of the inexorable by an explosion of angels a figment, a phantasm a herd of ghostly mammoths thundering across the beginning of time one small black bird with little panic left to keep it aflight hitches a ride on a piece of wing left by an exploding angel when I was very young I caught my breath—and held it that winged thing flapping in its cage of ribs and bones and cartilage held tightly by muscle and skin so it could not fly away but I was too young to know it would not last in time tired of my orphaned state I began learning to love and be loved the blizzard is blowing through my brain through my heart today there is only white Great Pond, Eastham, MA (Cape Cod) 2015
Hiding Out