The temperature is going to reach below zero tomorrow night.
The cats and I will take turns hiding under the covers,
discovering the undiscovered
thoughts of the winterSong as the first notes begin to play.
Clear blue skies hold this afternoon
that cuts through wool and flesh and bone
and I am not G-d yet.
But, G-d is in the shape of my breath
foggy cloud of G-dness
connecting lips to everything else.
The catfish is baked whole on the coals
and I am sewing old patches on new jeans
remaking the newMan for a new Season.
Raccoon came from the side of the road
fingers stiff & stretched out
if I hold his body above my head,
he points to G-d too.
He is the only one pointing to G-d.
I am too busy writing numb-tipped letters
over and over
counting the progression of five years past
built on coal cars and blacktop, Georgia Summers and the names of those who died first.
I am busy waking up at night,
counting my innumerable sins since the first days of my Freedom
until now, and the ones that will come after.
Too busy trying to remember enough high school algebra to find
the equation that will lead me to becoming a goodMan.
Why is it so cold outside?
When will I discover the infinite?
Because it is Winter.
When the Time comes.