The recent snow has been called a number of things besides mega-storm - even before the Vikings' Metrodrome collapsed.. Two of my favorites are snowmageddon and snowpocalypse. What ever the name given to it, life did slow down for a few days.
The following piece of poetry came to me during that time. What else would a poet do when going somewhere, anywhere is impossible!
When I was a child, we used to dig holes as deep as we could. We were trying to dig a hole all the way to the other side of the earth. An impossible task, but children often don't know the meaning of impossible.
Important Snowpocalyptic Questions
From the Effects of Being Housebound
Do things fall out of people’s pockets,
who live on the other side of the world?
After all, if you find a big hole
dug straight through and peer into it,
you would see the soles of their feet.
To find nesting places in trees,
do birds fly upside down
on the other side of the world?
Or do they fly right side up
as they do here, peering
into clouds for soft places
to lay eggs and raise their babes?
Instead of choosing blue,
are leaves on trees green,
because they want to match grass?
If leaves were blue, it would mean
looking up through trees,
and not being able to tell blue sky
from a thick crop of leaves.
Does snow fall sideways
in a blizzard because it surveys
the landscape, searching to find
the best places to land?
And does ice hold tight to roads
so it won’t slide away
into heaps of plowed snow?
If your brain did not invert what
your eyes actually see,
would you walk around believing
everything was upside down?
Your feet in the air with your head
scraping along on the ground?
Like people who live
on the other side of the world,
with hands holding tight to pockets,
not wanting stuff to fall out.
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