Lustrous, blusterous Winter came calling this week. Weather made all the news. Well, that, and a Colts victory. Oohs and ahhs about the wondrous snowfall were plentious on Sunday. See?
But at some point, the wonder rubs off the wondrous, and we’re left with treacherous roads, power outages, school cancellations and the dreaded ‘cabin fever.’ At first, the unexpected ‘snow days’ prompt squeals of delight from homebound school children. At first, the altered weekday workdays spur a necessary creative foray into kitchens, blogs, remote work stations. At first, a glorious pause — to simply take in the days. And then, it’s the middle of the week. It’s back to our regularly scheduled program, or merely the longing for the regularly scheduled program if you’re still ‘stuck at home.’ And then, it happens. Just when you least expect it, the magic returns. This time, not the Narnian kind (though of course that’s the deepest Magic upon which all others are founded), but the literary kind. In poetry, of course. See?
Each one is a gift, no doubt,
mysteriously placed in your waking hand
or set upon your forehead
moments before you open your eyes.
Today begins cold and bright,
the ground heavy with snow
and the thick masonry of ice,
the sun glinting off the turrets of clouds.
Through the calm eye of the window
everything is in its place
but so precariously
this day might be resting somehow
on the one before it,
all the days of the past stacked high
like the impossible tower of dishes
entertainers used to build on stage.
No wonder you find yourself
perched on the top of a tall ladder
hoping to add one more.
Just another Wednesday
then holding your breath,
place this cup on yesterday’s saucer
without the slightest clink.
“Just another Wednesday,” indeed.