The Snowman

I can ride with galaxies out of sight explore the far edge of everywhere I can pause to walk at the speed of light surf the wave that curves, collapse time that slows I can do little things, descend from height share those moments with more canny creatures I am fluid crystal, chill breath of air born expectant, soft re-imagined shapes I am the drifter in my garden lair blankets cover, abiding imminent I am stretched-out molecules mingling there potential plaything with pristine features I await for movement, for some signs above footprints crunch the silence, crescendo yell I gather as warm fingers push and shove heave my half-formed body, my tumbling roll I mould together, coalescing love still blind and deaf to these tiny screechers I receive head on shoulders, scarf and hat carrot nose, potato eyes, mouth of twigs I hear with ears poked open, child-like chat free-dancing nymphs around my bulbous frame I am " The Snowman " they caress and pat joyous, full of life my youthful teachers I feel passing heat as they flit away focused beams of sun have melted my heart I dissolve smiling, daring dreams hold sway wise looks of transient, naive wonder I remember, ...... unbelievable day innocence built by cosmic out-reachers