For January
And this is life, even as tomorrow crawls in with bright winks
or grim wings across an uncertain sky. Yes, this is the life
for which fore-runners spoke, a day for which mothers’ backs
broke with sweat, and strained in odd old colds of irksome strife…
It is now that beats the heart, with two eyes across a dawning day,
and a flesh hung in space, with rasping sound of black restless keys.
Here it is where hope resides, not afar in the boxed, fuddled past
of rain on concrete cracks. It is not in the exile of many journeys.
This plinth of time must serve as a totem rank to lighten pathways
When the moon falls behind the yellow hills, with a dry Western snore.
This step is new, but like aeons of dreams and returning memories
Is old in the breadth of its pace, much more than just a random chore.
I could ponder hope in blunt alien lands. Still, I will not look behind
But inwards. In its charged spot are the loose ends of moving thoughts,
with each breath a treasury of lore, new paths bearing known marks:
I shall live in a ball of charms which dreams and hopes have wrought.
The snow today was more than that of Friday in that it was more than two inches high on the ground. Like Friday, I had no idea how and when it started, but I found it on the ground when I pulled apart the curtains in my room. What I did next was unthinkable, as usual. I got into thick clothing, got on my bike and rode into campus to take pictures. Luckily, the sun was still out and my new gloves were comfortable enough to hold the camera with. Anyway, these are the photos from that eventful ride. Let those who said that I won’t be able to ride my bike in the snow/winter show themselves right now. My message for them comes from that famous two-word response from the South Carolina senator. No I won’t repeat it here. 😀
