Saturday As The Snow Fell

Something had come to me when I was
standing at the kitchen sink,
like a light had been turned on and what was dark became visible,
or a comparison had been made that was stark in its clarity,
and then
without warning,
it was gone.

I do not recall if it was about snow
or travel, if it was about the children or
about divorce, if it was about holidays
or every day, if it was about learning or talking,
or
if it was about something else entirely.

But
given my bent--
poetry, love, longing, fate--
I have an inkling
an idea
the faintest reminder
that it probably had something to
do with
you and me,

which is
to say
fate longing love and
something just like this.

(December 26, 2009)