I’m wondering

what I would become if the snow

never stopped–

if God decided to flood the earth again–

only this time in white.

I’m wondering if I could learn

to live from the windowsill.

I think maybe we would

make nations of

our door steps.

We could to let

each day warm like a

tea kettle and whistle

like the birds that long ago

flew to a planet without

winters.

We would have families.

We would play poker

with dimes because would

would have forgotten

what they were used for.

Our children would ask

if God loved the earth

why did he pack it in white.

We would explain that he

was just packing us in safe

like dolls– but really we

would try to remember what

grass looked like.

We would think about how

the sun felt on our freckles.

We would look up at the ceiling

at night and try to approximate the

stars.