Transition

The Poet searches for that point in time prior to the future and just after the past!

Transition

The snow drops in dashed lines,
the flurries flurry in swirls,
coming from many points in the sky,

somewhere up there
is a transition,
a point in the moment

when moisture turns to crystals—
that combined with their neighbors
can cave in roofs,

can hold up happier skiers,
and carpet our lawns
with a blanket of pure innocence,

that point in space and time . . .
prior to the future and just after the past,

what would the frozen winter be without it?



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This poem is from "Bottle in the River" 
                     about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                     tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."
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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"