
01.17.09
I wonder how it would feel -
the snowflake I chose -
of the millions
that fell past my window,
to know I watched it
spiral slowly
past,
twirling
down,
down,
until
it disappeared
into the gray base
the adjacent building offers;
or how I feel now
that this snowflake,
hovering in an eddy,
circling
just beyond the glass,
has chosen me,
like some being
peering into a monkey cage,
curious, and
free
at any moment
to walk away.
kc