ACROSS MY EYES

the snow fell before dawn,

spiraled in the blind light,

scattered into a heavy array

across the road and ditch,

until there was no difference

between the light and the snow,

no distance between one minute and the next

to create a corridor where

either moon or stars could

pierce the dark fury

on either side,

no vision,

no sense of direction

led away from the rapid flurry of the snow’s

pre-dawn assertion of rights

over the clouded sun rise,

over the liquid water state,

over the will to see

beyond the punctured dark

tin sheath to a single

source of light that

captured each complex,

rule-driven, one-of-a-kind, icy wisp

drawn and blown

across my eyes

© 2013 cmheuer