A POEM FOR JANUARY


 

Winter

is it easier to see “space” when the sky is always grey?

The cold gets in your bones

The earth spinning just the way it does,

So there may be life on it’s circular form

even at the poles

But I must give up

as the tree it’s seed

as the earth spinning

giving rise to change

seeing the tree that never changes, amongst those that do

Knowing the future is also your seed

all of this space that these letters took

and everything that died in-between them

take n and add it’s mirrorimaged horizontal symmetry to ….continuum