crystallization

I can see
the snowcover
of thin possibility,
an eternal flame melts it
end over end,
our trickle of unforeseen 
circumstance.

These are 
beyond our control, you said,
or was it just too early to tell 
whether the moon 
was waxing or waning
that evening of 
our mayfly heyday.

Cover yourself 
against the cold, love, 
arriving now like the tide -
and cautiously watch
what lifeless forms will remain
when it retreats.


© Jonathan Bohrn (2004)

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