Bridget Fahey O’Brien
Inspiration Piece
Snow Waltzing
Annmarie Lockhart
Response
Mind Over Matter
this poem is not about snow
no matter how the flakes pile up
at the door, or the way a sudden squall
swims the trees invisible, or the way the earth
grabs the ankles and pulls at one schlepping
through a foot and a half of white accretion
this poem is not about the cold
no matter how the air sharpens its teeth
on the skin, or how the freeze waters the eyes
or how the absence of warmth leans into
a body, stealing the memory of the
way it feels to trace a drop of sweat
sliding down heated skin
this poem is not about winter
no matter how the view outside becomes
an unframed black-and-white photo
hung in a gallery on W 24th St, or how
the calendar fills space with concrete
or how the shape of the day shortens
contracts the scope of sight on
the drawn-in horizon
this poem is about hope
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2 Comments
It’s like the photo and the poem are woven into one. Beautifully done!
“… or how the calendar fills space with concrete…” That line is going to stay with me for a very long time.