Snowballing The Moon
August 15, 2020
Snowballing the moon
into a fist
//
soft kisses by light
trickles
of hair parting
like breadcrumbs
//
dying isn’t so bad
my mother says
//
We lie side by side
on a hospital bed
bodies braided
as she watches the first
fallings of snow
cover the garden outside
//
They placed her in the
kids’ section of the hospital
children run by
with billowing hospital garbs
//
little kites aimlessly floating
//
I draw back
her hair
Pull out the white ones
she says
but the snow has ploughed the field
it has destroyed everything in its wake
//
Years ago we were
burying bad memories
in the snow
of men who left
of kites that went loose
and now it has piled up
and turned against us
//
The moon descends the hill
slowly
always
slowly
//
When I say
goodnight
frost
creeps over us