The Snow that Blows Time Away
The whistles and howls
stun the huddled bodies at the bus stop
while small crisp white specs
dot the trees and their barks
The street lamp shines a hopeful yellow
on the corner
and it will flicker
once, in a blue moon,
a few moons in the season
it will at least try to catch.
A small cloaked figure stands lost
on the corner where the light
once flickered.
Specs dotting the lashes of the figure’s fur.
A moment passes,
several moments pass
and the person removes the cloak’s hood
to catch a snow flake on her tongue
And another
And another.
So much she has attached onto the fall
of the white specs
She sits on a step
and listens to the silence of the corner
she doesn’t think, she just listens
and she looks
on to the next moment.
She follows the snowfall
to a different corner, and
in the corner of her eye
she catches a flicker
of a different lamp
on a different street,
with a different feel.
She readies herself
for the new
and unfamiliar,
but for now
she’ll keeping walking
to catch all the world’s flickers
in the snowfall that is today.
- Sarah Ketema, 17-12-2012
Sarah Ketema is a student at McGill University. She has recently held her first art exhibition in Montreal.
The drawing is by Natalya Lobanova, edited by Negar Nakhai.
