Sara Wintz
We are watching the transitioning in landscape
of swamp, to marsh covered hill.Skeletal towers
that stand with legs spread,
implantedbefore the figureless buildings that undulate
on the opposite side of the room.We are watching the transitioning
from a train car that rolls forward [Puffs of smoke floating up to the sky.]
with its head turned to a side waiting
Snow flakes from its tresses down
and across
dirtly face of city,
Mixes with soot at feet
and stacks of smoke
filing up to the sky.sea gulls
diving
into water.diving
sea gulls
into waterdissolving into a running strand of concrete.
Here is where we are
and this is what we have
Debris and assumed evidence:
ground-crouched branches of trees
and animals segmented at roadside,
astroturf, skylights,
smog, and soot.A child stares into
This wave that is breaking (He
kicks the snow
with his feet
and throws it
into the air.The pieces suspend
and his
eyes
stop blinking.Where it is from all sides,
thefalling, and the
melting and the
diving and the
driving and the
foaming
Slowing begins,
submerged
inside the whiteness
that spirals thicker
each falling gesture.A slowing of gears
of clicking keys
a slowing of
tires a
slowing of toes
and heels, a slowing
of opening
and closing doors
a slowing
and stopped behind windows
the eyebrows
and eyes
and noses
and posed lips.
The white
that piles
uneven.stop and stare. stopped and staring. stopping and stare.
no running
is there
no foaming
is no crossing there
no constructing and there is no planning.Inside of a house
stammering wood throws heat that
fogs window glass.
It stops
steadier glances from walking out.To take up a collection:
the whiteness rests
atop itself.Bodies curled into the fetal position.
The thick drops
sit
and lie
on lids
heavier,Heavier
we turn down our eyes
we drop the lids under
the weight of
drops of heads lifted
into dropping.Last
a quiet.
Deafness
once all has stacked:
the white, the lids on eyes.
Standingthen, the dark night
added under the layers
of constellations, spheres, galaxiesSun grows to steady,
as with the yellow
leading of highway
mid-rays,
elongated dashes.
Eyes, Our bodies’
hemispheres,
exposing under lifted blankets.Sparse:
Some noses press against the outside The green grasses
Noses push attachments across lawns to decipher that peek from snow