Attached to my feet,
longer than usual, against
a backdrop of pure snow.
The less-ness me, without face, color, or detail…
changing height (and width) as I turned.
Still in control.
I see her from time to time when the light is right,
and I chose to pay attention.
But on this day she was boldly standing on the ice where
there was no distraction.
It’s true I keep her down.
Grounded by all that keeps me here.
Love, fear of dying, and the idea that,
some immensely pleasurable thing I enjoy today,
I would miss.
With no eyes, nose, ears or toes,
she ascribes no value as I do.
Instead she issues without voice–
love, joy of being, and peace in her knowledge that,
an immeasurable, limit-less existence is
that which is absent now,
but to come.