In the soft quiet of a dark night's snowfall
My car glides along the tracked precipice
as the lights from across the lake twinkle into my passenger window.
In a state above, flying near whence the snowflakes come
I feel the night give itself to me, to my experience just then;
Like every sparkling street light, patched snow on the ice, bright Christmas light
Gave me every last drop of itself,
every bit of what makes the world so beautiful.
Sitting kitty corner to company at a traffic signal,
the greens shone down on the two vacant sides
I have a sense it has forgotten me, though I am not far from sight.
This is my neighborhood, here my streetlights, my winter air.
A road so traveled, a road I could follow in my dreams.
It always takes me home.