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Tuesday, 30. July 2002

You and Snow - Jim Moore


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Like snow, I was born
in the distant belly of a mother
I never knew as well as when,
point by lovely point,
I was forming myself inside her.
I came from nowhere,
fell softly on new air.
I did not know where the drift of weather
or the iron tide of chance would carry me.
I fell far beyond my own control,
giddy with release.
I was most myself
in this my only falling
onto our earth.

Snow's depth is the instant shape
it gives a thing: what snow touches shifts,
just slightly, bringing the sweet pleasure
of merest change,
the way a human will touch a human
lightly on the wrist and that day
is different, slightly and forever:

I am one among many,
our lives linked, as drifting snow
is linked, in mutual need and fallen beauty.




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