Symmetrical surprise touched down,
down on the green glow of labor.
A screening on a Friday night.
Sun down, feet down into treads,
gaits shortening along the driveways,
and shorter breathes and longer thoughts
of a weekend on the way.
Sinus pressure with the low.
An innumerable silence fell around me,
on me, and in me.
Thoughts melted as soon as they lit.
Not even a still small voice was heard.
When I saw momentary beauty
awaken me I said, “No, no, no, I am not done receiving!”
Intricate design set my spirit afire.
I prayed for another perfect landing.
Looking up I saw a quadrillion white descendents
of epiphany curling down gently pulled by gravity
to rest under footsteps of mortality.
All I needed was one snow imprint on my spirit.