We are snow --
We do not last forever,
No two are alike,
Yes, yes, i know all that --
But also:
It is made to fall,
And it falls.
It may rise up,
But only for an instant,
And only as a reminder,
A delicious delay
In its sealed fate;
It does not map its destiny,
Ponder its options,
Bemoan its passage
Or seek counseling for its fall.
It has a collective identity
And a single
Mind,
But it is a dance
Of infinite steps,
A monotony
Of dizzying variety.
It is fun for those
Who are not busy;
It is water,
Suspended.
It just is.
And then it is not.
--Mr. Gobley
2 comments:
Also, it drifts.
2 true- 2 funny, Ali!!!
Personally, i wish it were not. How are we ever going to get to pasture if the ground won't cough up Spring???
mr.g- did you dye your hair, 'cause your place looks very dapper- maybe i'm viewing w/hopeful eyes the colours of Spring?
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