love song at second snow 4:44pm

 

                                        for ian.

Snow Moon

I awaken amidst a blanket of white and dreams

casting a circle of salt, and words

I do not recall

beckoning you--

but you

are someone I never knew, but played radio tower for

at ten thousand feet to hear an

Italian song throbbing over the clouds and through my blood.

Maybe because

I have left bread crumbs

of myself everywhere.

Maybe because 

I felt the tendrils, invisible but deep 

reaching down and through everything to you.

I open...

walking the rim of the canyon to the faraway trill of Sandhill Cranes.

And then

I close and I close until I do not know

if I am flower or stone.

I would be water, the ocean,

and whales and sea turtles my bones 

washed up on an island

only reachable 

by boat.

I would be storm and lightening and wind

to find you

but I am a desert--

sand dissolving, becoming nothing but your song.