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An enigmatic Nature poem, by Michele, exclusively for Different Truths.

you can see the snow,

feel its kiss, soft or sharp,

upon your face, as it falls,

but never remember one

fleeting flake

as distinguishable

from the rest

unless frozen, timeless,

photograph of crystalline shapes,

… even so, melted as soon as captured

— evaporated, absorbed, returned,

anonymity of collectivity

in avalanche, ice, life-sustaining water,

one drop among countless others…

although one drop could save a life,

at least for a moment

and snow keeps moving on …

 

across time, names come

and go

swift, forgettable in so many iterations

… difficult to know

if you can grow into a name,

the hopes and intentions preceding it,

or live largely enough

to create a new meaning,

however fleetingly,

within the effulgence

that is the flow of humanity

 

… so little of life is seen,

said, done, named

absurd, isn’t it? … to think that,

by cause or by chance,

one’s name might,

in these so modern times,

someHow, be called,

to, or for, some greater meaning …

 

easy, then, to turn from responsibilities,

saying that all —

life, sound, dreams … will melt —

be absorbed, returned,

to the anonymity of time,

one moment, one life, one name

meaningless

among so many countless others

moving on …

 

but, then, recall,

while a name might have

                great impact

       … for a time,

     among those who recognize it …choices, deeds,

though they be mute,

or, even, unseen,

        resound

drifting, accumulating,

as surely as snow can accumulate

from single flake to avalanche

from mist less seen than felt,

to flood

moving

 

remembered

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©Michele Baron

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