Shifting through the snow
I don’t walk I fly
Passed the children
Passed the mothers
Passed the fathers
I’m not on their level
I don’t speak
I lay back and enjoy the ride
I let go and although I am flying my mind is not racing
I am fire
I am body and soul
Undetectable
On a mountain filled with white wallows
Marshmallows and trees that turn everything soft
I like soft things
I like flying
I don’t want to leave
I want to stay and lay here
In the clear and quiet atmosphere of the wilderness
Like Thoreau
Call me a dead poet
Call me a doctor
I only have one alter ego and it is a snowbird
Take me back to Utah