Working With Snowflakes
Watching snowflakes settle
into a large earthenware pot,
frozen fractals grow.
The snow is ridged into serpentine shapes
and the humped backs of deep sea monsters.
Bobbled ice forms dimple and peak.
Is this a strange art, a contouring
or a sculpturing that takes form
by the act of watching?
Why is it not the snow
deep and crisp and even?
If you stare at a cat
it will look away, wash its paws.
that’s called ‘displacement behavior’.
People are not much different.
There’s a force behind a concentrated stare.
Cats know something about watching snowflakes.
You have to respect that kind of power.
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