Shaun Nowicki: “snowsong”
About this Poem
“I wrote this poem to find my way back into a lost sensation: lost both in time and location” -Shaun Nowicki
snowsong
i have longed to open up the world
and find it full of snow
not the brilliance of blinding stuff
(unbearable myopia
that heavyfluffy flurry that sliding
feeling of tires unhinged from tarmac
blank blankets flying towards a
feeling of world unbecoming)
but a lived in winter
that will bring forth a bursting spring
(sweet bliss for grass)
let this great rotundity be bound
in a crunchy sidewalk of peddleridden
grayish gunk half dirt teeming
&trodden marking where the things go
(no nothing that dots that landscape)
be built of frigid morning (effervescent cold
that sings the skin electric) while
the cold world ponders with muddy mind
its thickly wrapped inhabitants
were i to disgorge my lungs i’d
find that brackish chill like a memory
amongst my alveoli a preponderance
of long drawn out breaths
by bus stops bitter wind at the back of
a huddle of penguinish nine year olds
in the thick warmth of eachothers breath
contemplating the mucky soup below their feet.
