I step outside
And I am in a snow globe
the flakes fall impossibly slowly,
they savor the air as they float about,
they drift along for as long as they see fit,
and when they decide to land, it is just as
beautiful -- coats, eyelashes, hair; adorned
glitter floating through the air, remnants
of a New Year's Eve celebration, forever
floating in the sky, existing only in
slow motion and stopping time
how wonderful, to always float in the sky,
to sail high above the chaos and the noise,
to beautify the earth when you finally land