And It Was Going to Snow

There are bare winter days
When light at windows
Marks you a split man
And nothing firm keeps
With the soul
Soul turns sideways—
All you’ve got
Is Bach on the radio
And neighborhood
Houses without expression

Funny to keep this journal
The shirt in last night’s dream
From childhood
With dreadful stripes
Which I wore to the hospital
Blind boy headed
Alone to surgery
The thing coming back
Snow falling…You can
Rely on winter light

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto