[Image from Pinterest]
[Inspired by Silences’ “Sister Snow”:]
Shades of grey in white relief.
Cold solid glazed with frosting, softening
sharp angles of the city; muting
sound of feet, endless steps. A space,
brief, in which to think, consider
without pressure what really – round
another block – what actually
is happening here. Indeed, where
had she gotten herself? Not just here,
gazing dumbly into clouded windows
of café after café, each filled
with faces happy, animated with lives
free from cares such as hers. Fingerless
gloves leaving little hand prints in the frost,
reminder that she passed this place, here she was
(her own personal, momentary graffiti;
signature a frayed thread pressed in ice).
On she trod, no destination, air
a cloud before her. Private storm of breath.
When all this melted, what would be left?
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]