Infinity is snow falling asleep
in a wide field where no one
has walked for years
no footprints
only wind drifting empty
cold ground
abandoned with shed leaning
in snow so sleepy
it doesn’t care small grasses
weeds underneath freeze
space above clouds beyond
their whiteness or darkness
so what if one little day
you wake up drowsy
thinking nothing but snow
out the window
and a four-year old in pajamas
comes to the bedroom door
wanting toast
there being no way to hold
the two together all
the strangeness in snow’s space
one little boy dragging
his stuffed alligator
ragged.
Grey Sparrow Journal 