Thursday, March 02, 2006

posted by: copernicus on 3/02/2006 03:44:00 PM

I had a poem sloshing around in my head while gathering firewood, but apparently it wasn't meant to live indoors.

It melted from my brain and soaked into the braided rug of the sun-room.

Looking up at me through the tangle of broken branches and snow-covered logs, it tried to remind me of it's form through fading sentence fragments and odors of crisp, freshly-fallen snow & dead tree limbs.

"...eager eyes.....blinking feebly at the descending soldiers of a heavy, windless snowfall.....millions of little white paratroopers.....an army of snow marching down into a glowing, upturned face.....the military references deceive, it is incredibly peaceful.....the lack of wind lets the snow fall straight down, piling up quickly.....it's slightly icy, landing with a soft, persistant s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sound........snow boots...torn jeans...blue flannel shirt...leather work gloves......bejewled from head-to-toe in chips of icy snow.....the boy feels strong...powerful...confident...snow accumulates on his beard and he remembers he's a man............eager eyes....upturned face...beaming smile...........oh yeah, I came out here for firewood."

Today is Cassidy day....Cassi-Day? Happy Orbit baby.