Snow is falling on
my skin, in an open
universe, and I feel
the taste on my tongue
in the silence of the
fall, in the clarity, in
the connection between
sky and ground, and I,
a being of time and place,
am placeless now–and
covered in snow, becoming
invisible under the weight
that is no weight at all.
And the snow is falling, falling
and the borders have changed;
the snow is falling and I am alone.
16/1/2022