Another moment to freeze—this morning, you
at 22, unlikely gleam of excitement in your eyes—
Let’s go outside, you say, just to see how cold it is.
Frozen. The world dipped in ice. A moment
I can tuck away as we hurry back
to our cozy snowday house—
warm socks, thick novels, baking scones.
Frozen. This moment I would add
to all the winter memories of childhood—
How you and your brother celebrated snow
bundled up before breakfast
eager and laughing,
running to be out in the world.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 