In night's steady, undisturbed work
you are the first break.
Now as you begin to feel the dew,
see the snow now about you
through the plane, the vastness
which not even the birds have yet filled,
it sees you.

You have both fasted,
but it has feasted.

Eating your absence to become a little green,
this springiness, this welcoming of the not yet arrived
before the landslide of day
with its crevices made by
small decision, a road you took yesterday
that made you nut.

But now there there is no hardness to find.
You see it sailing towards you, half-formed
across the white, this lime in a snowstorm,
gleaming.

Eat and you will be as other men
scattering dust away from paths.

Follow it and you will always be looking back
as you climb behind it, uncertain,
you will disappear into daybreak.