on snowdrifts & gratitude

the colorado sun
gets to melting
the season fast:
miraculous,
accepting the day
as what it is
before sunrise,
this year suspended
of surprise.
yet,
reflecting the muddy
intentions of a year
bent to the wheel
and peeling,
it seems i have
come much farther
than intended.
the stoic warnings
rarely heeded,
my style-of-ease
sorely needed,
all these ridiculous
self-possessed poems
marking my way
through each and
every day, whether
uphill or down,
weather not pending,
my disposition
depending largely
on faith, on the bright
things you say,
i shield myself
from the festering rays,
i protect myself
from excess of myself,
disintegrating into
copies, carefully
raised duplicates,
an insatiable unit,
my lesser debonaire,
a delectable idiot.
not yet visible from space,
this crossroads expands,
becoming the holy site
for another wishing-well
town. i place the star
atop your smile.
unwrapping my destiny's
drift. squinting
into the sun.