Like a lyric licks
The barley splits
The corn in fits and starts
Skits and parts chaff on the wind
Winnowing billowing gusts
And blasts that fast the breaking
lines and rows and straps tied down
Over bales
And needles caught in Haystacks
Softly fall the snows on maps
Of our hearts and backs
And elbows tummies where
Tumble weed blows
And youth is but a refraction through
The glass of a crystal
Shatters snow flake
That breaks
But is still whole
In and of itself
Contains itself
Again and again
Like a hologram
from the past
We ourselves change like snowflakes
Melting after a thaw
Our identity a fluid concept
That runs in and out of open doors
We are water based life forms
Beings of the vapours
And as the shore moves the pebbles
Through the tide
So we move heaven and earth
We tried
But temperatures froze us
impassable blockages dammed us in
And we could not flow
And still we waited cold and deep
Until across our surface
The ice did creep
And skaters came to play and score us with
The lines of age
But nothing lasts that doesn't change
Upon time's stage
And in spring we thawed and our frozen expansion
Had cracked the walls of the pond
Until once again we spilled out
down new rivers and streams
And rills, rivulets culverts
and dives
And dipped into the caves
Where the bat thrives
And stalagmites and stalactites
Give us standing ovations and built statues
Of our mineral foundations
And we deposit the past's baggage in river beds
And silt lakes
and we flow on more clearly forgetting
Not regretting our mistakes
Clear minded to the sea
Of all calm consolation
To join the mass hoards of starlit conversation
With sea birds and crustaceans
And bubbles where we glitter
And sparkle in deviations from
The winter bitter
And warm in gulf streams
And volcanic underground conurbations
A jet of steam is found
To pass us through evaporation
Into the endless swirling ether of our imaginations
Where we write our names upon clouds
With all illuminations
Until the sun's head like lion proud
Roars in love and indignation
That he cannot see the crowds
Who to him offer their libations
And we scatter down
In snow flake crystallizations
Of the word for first softly fell then loud
But all in syncopation
On the hillside forest where the snow drops
Are praying
To welcome in the new spring
In pure white jubilation
