Wishing for Snowflakes (12/02/05)
Tipping my head back
I open my mouth
tongue out
hoping for an elusive flake of snow
My glasses fog
And snow falls
everywhere
on my upturned face
(rosy red cheeks,
my father's nose,
the lashes of my eyes)
but my mouth
Eveywhere but my mouth
And so I dodge
back and forth
no mind to where I lay my feet
hoping for an elusive flake of snow
And finally
like magic
(the winter magic of my youth)
my hope is rewarded
with one
two
three
flakes of snow