Today's poem is by Matthew Thorburn
from "The Day Winter Gives Way"
Now it's December
and snow over
everything: even this
dirtiest city
cellophane bits skittering
in the wind, crushed
paper cups, drops
of motor oil
along 23lst Street
gets whited out. Which iswhy I love
winter: one big do
over. "Start
from scratch;' my mother
would say: no
cross-outs, no mistakes
yet. Everything's
promise and possibility
for a fullfive minutes. Which can be
a lifetime.
"Take as much time
as you need;'
the technician told us,
backing out of the dim
sonogram room
the screen
had silently switched offbut after five minutes
she came back
knocking:
other couples needed
theirnews
good or bad or
try again. It was time.I love the inconclusiveness
of snow: how it
hushes us, forgetfuls
us, dampens
and blankets and blanks.
It might mean
anything. Blank and
we don't know
what's under,
blank and for five minutes
all the worldnow, all the words now,
covered over: all
forgotten, all forgiven.
Even my footprints,
feeble proof
I was here, disappear
in the hush-shush-shush assnowfalls
so softly now
on snow.
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