the road divots, the bowed concrete
the remnants and ruin of the blood-freezing
season – the cracks, crevices, craters
my tires and heart hit hard
teeth-rattling, rims crunch,
oh God, when will the gray-blue white
blankness break – when will the
ice crack away, the grating
chunks of it in my wheel wells
finger-nails on chalkboard,
scraping along my spine.
underneath all these sharp icy teeth
is a sleepy promise, a waiting song
green and gold to eventually come along
for now, the icy blanket holds me frozen
my soul drains, slurping down, down,
black and white.
yet nothing is stagnant, it’s secretly swirling,
something underneath it all is whirling, twirling
I faintly remember the buzz, the hum
of a fleshly heart starting to rumble-pump,
a breaking out, up, free, wheels all a spin.
my chapped cheeks, cold face begin to thaw
again the scraping, chopping, heating, shoveling
reveal layers – deep, driftings that must eventually
melt aside, virgin-muck, green-speckled
sprouts scrubbed afresh.
the darkness births the light – green newness
from deep-dark white – when deep under it, I struggle
to the top – but You, oh Love, melt it right down
drop by drop – drip, drip, drop, liquid love
flows in my veins~ softening divoted-heart
stone cold, now new-red, and squishy-soft.