The day in freezing beauty longs to belong
Poems to celebrate February, now
The day in freezing beauty longs to belong & February
arrives like a houseguest you’d forgotten was coming
observe how perfectly cold: she breathes glass around
each forked and doubtful twig, her very air sounds
sure and grey and thins what you say to puffs
-listen, she won’t stay long she interrupts, but
you see her moving in, you bring her tea and stoke
the fire and take her coat and then her bags and
there’s her dog and oh my god, what is happening
and where did all the good space go ? you can
have my bed, you insist, missing sleep already with her
moon reflecting snow that’s yet to fall. Paint February’s
heavy split branches, clear glass leaves curl’d-in like
mirrors, roads so colorless with ice you taste your-
self falling,
scrape the windshield, the chipp’d decision not-to-paint
scatters stars, salt pellet gems to melt frozen light from one, two, three
levels that keep us home, make our mayors declare
emergencies, our dogs howl to be let out-and-in, our
birds hover
lest they explode their nests—that is what a poem
must be, February as we hover waiting-so we don’t
collapse everything with the weight of ourselves, plus what
encases & disappears us in awe, our cracked wool-wrapped
hands grasping clammy to hold her, pack her & thankfully
move her along,
but wait a minute, wait just one minute
as we pause our lives
& cock our heads
we almost hear the breaking & there’s
this pull to stay
About the Creator
Rachel Pollock
Writer, storyteller, and Assistant Professor of Communication, Media and Theatre at Muskingum University in New Concord, Ohio Artistic Director of non-profit Big Fish Folklife https://www.bigfishfolklife.org/
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