Conditions Being What They Are

Conditions Being What They Are

 

Warm March morning. The sky dropped a foot
of snow on us a week ago and now it rises

in the warm air as fog in the hollows and foothills
disappear as I drive through it. Tonight it’s coming

back down as rain which will be snow before it ends
and I’ll be bending my back to shovel it away

from my car. Three times I will have passed through
it in a week, this same stuff, reconfigured, recycled.

When they buried my uncle a few days ago I knew
if there is a soul it’s like this snow, form a phase only

with respect to specific conditions and maybe
for all that, still surviving, no memory, none,

recognition only a scent like snow before it snows.

3 thoughts on “Conditions Being What They Are

  1. Ron

    Ok…I was waiting for Bob’s contribution to the fullmoonsocial but yours will do ok! (Full Moon Social entrant or not!)

    Other than the above, your poems always yank my chain in a good way. This one is no exception! Fantabulous!

    Ron

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