I’m standing in the dead center of a snow-covered yard
snowflakes falling one by one colliding with my skin
pricking the back of my neck like frozen arrows
i stand shivering
watching city buses groan by,
and as the smell of gasoline is carried away
in a cloud of grey smoke
My arms stretch out beside me trying to reach what isn’t there
and I’m falling
litterally
hitting the hard-packed ice-covered crystalized-gunk like ground
but I don’t mind because this is serenity
looking up at the constilations extending left and right like a panoramic picture
I could dip my fingertips into the inky horizon
drenching them one by one in galaxy colored paint
and writing poems across the night sky
Causing a ripple affect of “I miss you”
and I wonder if
across a shallow sea of distance and determination
you can see it too