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 gray smoke
My arms stretch out beside me trying
to reach what isn’t there
and I’m falling
hitting the hard-packed ice-covered
crystallized-gunk-like ground
but I don’t mind because this is serenity
looking up at the constellations stretching
left and right

like a panoramic picture
I could dip my fingertips into the
inky horizon
drenching them one by one in golden paint
and writing poems across the night sky
Causing a ripple effect of “I miss you”
and I wonder if
across a shallow sea of distance and
determination
you can see it too