Jared Pearce

It’ll take forever to get home.

We griped against the cold in the gripping 

darkness, somehow showing we could be 

clever, our minds burning a cave to shelter 

 

the shivers. Then the stars wheeled out,

and the snow, for all we knew, was the end of times: 

our planet plunged through its milky way basket.  

 

Nothing eventually streamed from heaven.

Even the cold ashes of her eyes

gave place to the dark cold

where we surrendered, empty handed.

THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

© 2015 by William Ray