Still and Still Snowy

You get to love

The rain when all signs said sunny

You get to love the

The way the world arrives

In your smaller one,

The one you nurture and steward

In your 

Own way 

You get to love 

The impossible

In the ways that have always

Made the globe spin

Watching, the sun shines on

The road by the mailbox

But all the while snow dances

Across the red rooftops 

Of the barns out back

The knowing arrives:

You get to love 

The chances that seem

Long, those 

Rich, succulent roads

Unfurling to mystery, entailing 

Your attention to the 

Unnavigable truths along the way

The present, being quite 

Difficult to apprehend, still

Pulses with a steady light, oh!

I know the way. 

Following it, I 

Tell myself, 

There’s something to be said

For drift