The Snow
The snow covered the ground
Like a giant sleeping polar bear.
So soft and welcoming
Yet it could rip your toes, fingers or nose off
In an instant.
I pushed through it
Leaving my body to fend for itself
As I daydreamed.
How I love winter!
The beautiful crystals nestled in my beard
Or kicking their legs on my eyelids.
And the bright light bouncing outward,
Illuminating everything:
The notes from my clandestine life,
The clothes in my closet,
Even the codes to the classified mysteries
Of my private journeys.
I let myself fall into the worlds of frost gardens
And frozen drips of time,
Stalagmites of the temporary
Offering us lessons in both science and philosophy.
Tonight, in the sparkly darkness of the clear sky
I will finally quit my job
The job of living
I shall retire from all the tiresome dramas, the unforgiving debts
And mindless drudgery
From the loneliness, the deep, dark jaws of phobias and boredom
And I will fall upon the white bear
And let myself die.
