For Holly, in the snow.

 

‘It was evening, all afternoon.

It was snowing.

And it was going to snow.’

Wallace Stevens, ‘Thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird’

 

I

It was evening, all afternoon.

And me, an L.A. girl.

It was snowing.

And it was going to snow.

 

II

The only moving things,

Were the feet of my children.

 

III

Seven days of snow day,

No school, no work.

And today,

I don’t know who I am,

Or what I’m for.

 

IV

It was evening, all afternoon.

It had been that way since morning.

I was of two minds,

Like a woman

With two children.

 

V

My daughter whirled in the winter white.

My son swirled in the snow.

My love dug in the deep.

 

VI

A man and a woman

Are one.

A man and a woman and two children

Are one.

 

VII

I do not know which to prefer,

The beauty of the snow globe,

Shaken,

Or the other.

 

VIII

The shadow of two cats

Crossed the window, to and fro.

Why would we imagine golden birds?

 

IX

Coffee brewed in the coffee pot.

A fire burned in the hearth.

The phone rang off the hook.

 

X

I know their rhythms.

But I know, too,

That the snow is involved

In what I know.

 

XI

It was evening, all afternoon.

It had been that way since morning.

 

XII

It was snowing,

And it was going to snow.

And me, an L.A. girl.

I’d never seen anything like this.

 

XIII

I was of two minds.