I sat, hands wet with melting snow;

between a fragile sky and a heavy earth, caught

between a passing storm & one arriving...

 

in that silent space between moments

the chasm between memories, from

horizon to horizon, endless,

 

I sat unmoving

drinking in the stillness,

waiting

for the rains to come

 

& there was nothing left to say, nothing left to sense

nothing left but a dream and a silence...