Let me say something:
About the first snowfall of the season.
Profound, witty, conversational and knowing.
Displaying a lifetime of winter hubris.
Let me chastise those:
Who cannot drive in this weather.
Who do not have snow tires.
Who have not planned as well as I.
Let me ignore my:
Times in the ditch, cold and bewildered.
Failure to carry an emergency kit.
Falling flat on my ass on the icy sidewalk.
Let me boast of:
Being born to this harsh climate.
Enduring winter after winter.
Knowing how to dress for the cold.
How I do love winter.
Separating grasshopper from ant.
So proud of my winter doings.
Because I always get it right.
Zero, my wise counsel
Assured and content
You stand for nothing
Zero, my exotic friend
Soft breath of wind
You are spice mystery
Zero, my dragon slayer
Magic of division
You wield the infinite
Zero, my knowing one
Still eye of calm
You are never less
Zero, my trusted lover
Balance of blue
You are never more
Your hands were always empty
In the moments of taking and taking
Grasping for all that did not belong to you
And so they were always empty.
My hands were always open and offering
A gift for the taking, and you did take
And now these empty, open, offered hands
Receive more gifts than they can hold.
There is no shortcut where I’m headed
I go there all alone
There is no shortcut, no unintended
No cheating or sly fix
Just the straight, the sure
Wise and steady
The path I dare not miss