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Watch with me the snowflakes fall

and don’t go far but stand beside me in my warmth and I in yours too

(what are these bodies anyway but beginnings)

Watch the snowflakes me and you while they fill the world and

always filling worlds while we think about how worlds might be and how might worlds be

you can’t be scared always wanting your life if you really want to feel snowflakes, if you want to for no good reason just leave it all and stroll right out the door-

my how the obligations will stare-

into the swirl of snow and stand inside the body of everything.

But if you do you will be fearless. There will be no space at all.

the whole universe is snowflakes falling

so much motion that space hasn’t got any room at all and hides in books hoping the snow won’t smear the ink or wet the neat, dry pages

we’ve published to secure our loves all alone.

But aloneness just isn’t anything

It just isn’t anything at all there are snowflakes you stand in them and they pelt your face.

You have eyes, let them open!

But close your eyes and they will pelt you anyway.

The ice will hurt your open eyes and will always hurt them

While the snowflakes falling so persistently embracing the swells of land and dry grass and you too, standing, hearing togetherness at work, and what choice do you have?

Will you choose no snowflakes in the everywhereness of them?

So much snowflakes that

Standing still

With eyes shut

You can stick out your tongue

And taste them

2 Responses to “Snowflakes”

1. fattymattybrewing Says:
   December 16th, 2010 at 11:53 pm

   Love this rant. Here’s another fine one from the Greenspirit Farm FB page is it by you … http://www.facebook.com/GreenspiritFarm

   by Andrew Kerr I am assuming?

   Though chill winds gust and snow piles deep
   Safe am I with crops in keep

   Cradled now in home and cellar
   Lay the light of June and summer weather
   …
   The steady work of a root crop’s reason
   Keep close to you the growing season

   A potato might reason?
   It seems wrong
   To give to the creatures thoughts beyond the song
   Of immediacy

   But ask yourself how often might anybody
   Act in August for the sake of February?

2. fattymattybrewing Says:
   December 17th, 2010 at 12:04 am

   Here’s another one about our Chickens which I miss…

   These forever eating feathers
   Man-handled like kittens
   In the basement to dash cold weather
   Your shit is a pain to clean and smelly
   We work for the eggs as they grow fast
   Eventually in our belly