Once there was a seance that left everyone with a shimmering feeling of being inside on a snowy day.
Even the TV sat up and took notice, stopping its own snowing.
One can be in two places at the same time if you don’t mind being both substance and shadow.
Now the winter won’t let go.
The birds still call each other by their winter names.
They resemble maracas that can’t stop clacking when they are left on the table. Music swallowed by frozen water.
It is still beautiful to see a newborn in the womb, feet askew on the glass skin.
An aquarium fish looks out at you
and asks if we are related.
A good poem is a whole world, and takes you into it. Like this one.
Marvelous!
Thanks!