justwrite 24 january

the consideration of snowflakes as they pause mid-fall and call out to each other for advice or turn inward on their own sleepy plains is a mirror of my thoughts caught as they are drifting from a whitebright list of to-dos and to-haves but not to-holds cold as it is by my window it’s a lingering place a space where the inside erases itself and pulls the outside in sinking in the moments and swimming in the air the sky of a thirdfloor lookout doubts tripping downward tumbling from the balcony the perch for barely climbing out onto the novels through which ideas get filtered the films that trim the minutes off of slow afternoons which darken to evening on the couch slouched into a half-developed project rising and falling bready dough in the mind and on a sketched-out plan scanning the window again the snowflakes are eaten by black crows noses pressed forward beaks sneaking open-air gulps as the flakes shake it off and move along they are thinking of something of someone of a matched pair while knowing still they are the only one of their kind the mind blinded by sleep and a wide white sky trying hard to consider themselves being considered by me and imagining we see the same things reflected in each other on either side of the glass