Evaporating Light
March 12th, 2011 by D'Ann Grace
The calendar says March. But we are not done with snow yet in many parts of North America. Editor.
Four walls, contracting world
Red lights at night and white during day,
Snow falling blowing like sand,
Sparkling like glass, drifting against the roads.
Like the small bits of evaporating light,
I too am becoming as nothing,
Individualism shattered like coats of ice.
Covering my path, snaring my feet,
Straining my body as I brace for shock.
Glasses on my nose fog up and ice over,
Eyes tear up and begin to cry pink,
The cold is a desiccating embrace,
Enduring but ephemeral.
Nothing’s right, nothing’s right, nothing’s right.
Something warm, steam rising from the vents,
Heads jerk upwards as the
Overhead collapses into the deck.
I am empty I am nothing I feel nothing,
Poured out as evaporating light
As the sand like glass that is snow covers my body.