Sunday, December 04, 2005

First Snow

from my window, i can just make out the left-side of the Arch at Washington Square Park/this morning awoke to see the first snow of this winter season/ a light dusting/ enough to get the snow machines out/ starting to feel like the holidays/ still much to do, but christmas is creeping nearer/faces are red from the chill/ puffs of frosty breath punctuate the morning air/ few are out on the street/ snow makes everything quieter/ it's different though/ not like other years/ not as though christmas is coming round again/ it is more linear/ this christmas and no other/ many friends and family have disappeared/ new people appear/ memories invade, floating like tangible balloons/ i am no longer in the cycles of the years/ it is as though i have slipped out of orbit and am rushing into remote space/ i've never been here before/ first snow to remind me that each moment, each event inhabits its own reality/ nothing repeats/ breaking through the illusion i am afraid/comforted by the unknown...

1 comment:

Thom said...

This Christmas does seem more linear - a part of the general unfolding?

I am, however, connecting with the mystery.
Latin Masses and winter nights.
The same streets in different times.
The sense that essence lies without.

The world and elsewhere...
With which I must connect...
to be eternal.