Entrapment
Silver.
Brown.
Copper.
Gray.
The wind blows the snow
Off of the ice
In whirlwinds
Of crystalline
White.
Underneath the water is warm
Warmer than the air above
And darts of silver,
Brown, copper, gray
Are eating the plants
At the bottom of the sea.
Looking up at the sky
They find a cold ceiling
That has them trapped
In the world of water.
Should they wish to reach the sun
Or talk to the birds circling the sky,
Or to swim around people’s legs
Who are swimming in the water by shore,
The glass is constantly in their way
Blocking the blue of the sky
That they could see all summer long.
I am trapped inside my house.
And I look at the water
From a window pane with snow.
The flowers are gone:
Dried up fragile sticks
Cracked from the weight of frozen water.
The fish and I can no longer look
At the sun streaming,
Or at the clouds above.
Now its just opaque
White.
Glass that they could touch.
Opaque white that I can touch.
Right outside my window.
It’s just
Silver.
Gray.
And White.
