Winter snow is so high,
to jump out into it
is to jump into the sky.
The woman downstairs
has no where to go
as of tomorrow.
What will the universe grant her,
does she need faith?
Spirit people floating
like snowflakes in space.
The woman downstairs
thinks worried thoughts,
contemplating the street
and its harshness.
Could I be witnessing
a fall from grace.

© 2011