And so we wait,
Wind crunching numbers
Multiplying grievance, dividing winter
Days into fragmented ticks of a frozen clock.
In addition, only the sum total counts;
But the square root of snow
Is a water molecule,
And so we wait.
O Morning Star,
You who fell from heaven
to take on flu and scars and walk
within weather and time and disappointment,
illuminate this frigid Dark that consumes my blighted soul,
that I might be released into my Destiny, to relay Your reflection as
moon to your sun, declaring brilliance in my lineage, decorating Your tree.