Monday, February 7, 2011
Lady Franklin Bay
By the time I got there, the snow had died.
I blamed the sky.
She changes and all follows, helplessly.
The sun and moon both try to stay with her--
Both fail and fall.
I wrapped the still, white body of the snow around my heart,
Not to warm it--
But to make it colder yet.
I tried to stay with the snow,
Out of pity
Out of sisterhood
But I loved the sky too much.
Next to the sun, around the moon?
That is the ring of foolishness my devotion made.
That is my heading, where I am stopped and splintered--
An idiot made mad by Heaven's untouchable constancy.
photo by Metin Demiralay