Stumped Sky (Questions of Missing Weather and Birds)
Everything fades to …
Whiteout. Hypnotic and nose-close to hypothermia.
Blizzard-blinding (snow like something out of Fargo).
Winter a mile-high silver screen
tarnished to monotone. Unrelenting;
an eight-months’ sustained
look waaay down …
It’s as if you were never here (you start to believe this).
Walk the same footprints every day
and every day they disappear — drowning
in the whiteness of it all, hyper-invisibly visible;
white trudging white.