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October 2008 
Dirt and Snow and Light Draft One
Posted on Dec 25th, 2007
by 
Beagle
Beagle
DIRT AND SNOW AND LIGHT
This morning the dirt I kicked into the pond
fell through the water like dry snow.
Now, snow falls—quarter-sized
flakes slushing the water’s surface. Somewhere
past the snow the sun drops light
onto clouds, painting
their roofs to disguise their grayness.
What falls onto the sun?
Dust and ice and light.
The sun folds them into itself,
offers them back to the universe.
I will emulate the sun—
stoic, implacable, generous.
The dirt, the pond, the snow, the clouds—
they take what they receive, give as much.
When you offer me your love I will fold it
into my heart and let it fall
into the world, like light onto clouds
or snow onto water or soil settling
onto stones and sticks and the hidden
backs of hibernating frogs.
This morning the dirt I kicked into the pond
fell through the water like dry snow.
Now, snow falls—quarter-sized
flakes slushing the water’s surface. Somewhere
past the snow the sun drops light
onto clouds, painting
their roofs to disguise their grayness.
What falls onto the sun?
Dust and ice and light.
The sun folds them into itself,
offers them back to the universe.
I will emulate the sun—
stoic, implacable, generous.
The dirt, the pond, the snow, the clouds—
they take what they receive, give as much.
When you offer me your love I will fold it
into my heart and let it fall
into the world, like light onto clouds
or snow onto water or soil settling
onto stones and sticks and the hidden
backs of hibernating frogs.
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