WHAT SNOW REVEALS

‘when i feel worthless, an awful being emerges.’—un-known

‘The virgin becomes a mother, the little boy becomes a soldier.’—Louis de Bernières

haunting revelation during a snowstorm

i was not made

for this world

faith

some Thing

that occurs

one time

will not

be repeated.

one time faith returned

spent the morning pondering

pondering

pondering . . .

superpositions: do i exist here

& there

simultaneously?

entanglement theory: is there an opposite me,

an anti-me that exists here

& there

& do me & anti-me

influence one another

from opposite sides

of a great divide?

which led me to:

string theory: could this give

possible cause for

other dimensions?

fast forward to the evening

& the simple task my wife gave me: replace car wipers,

in other words,

take off old wipers

put on new wipers.

epilogue: after having gone completely mad,

from uselessness worthlessness,

i spent the rest of they day

in depression.

come morning i watched

hearty snowflakes descending

from another dimension

& all was normal

once

again—

David Woodward aka un-known lives just south of Montreal with his wife and son. Some of his most recent work can be found in the engine(idling (poem nominated for Best of the Net), North Dakota Quarterly, Sunday Mornings at the River (“f**k the patriarchy” series), The Field Guide Poetry Magazine (Featured Poet), Wilderness House Review, and upcoming in The Universes Poetry Journal in the U.K.