Is it enough to know that you have been noble
walked away
allowed the one
upon whom your heart is compass-fixed
to travel North of your longing?
There
where Yin and Yang cannot be sifted out -
day is forever dark.
If falling snow conspires to play a part
as storms contrived to do in Lear
then love is cruel.
Ishmael
how will you do for a wife?
Oh I can buy me twenty at any marketplace.
Can you?
A ball of snow
held aloft by mittened fingers
is entrancing crystalline
yet warmed and melted, moulded with missile-malice
bruises bones
shatters windows.
