"White noise," a poem for February

White noise

Of course it's snow
that obliterates the day
and makes the meaning of time
what it is

stopped almost in its tracks
so it can be seen
passing by you
in silence

stand at the window
watch the absence of the sky
overtake the ground below
the beauty of it
drifting in window corners

the slow paralysis of time
overtaking your mind
and all in it

a white noise
making its way slowly
into this moment

stand at the window
press your hand on its cold pane

watch the time passing by you
until it rattles
the kettle in the kitchen
whistling
like a freight train


(M Bromberg)

photo : "1930s - Snow Storm, New York City Street Corner with Horse-Drawn Cart," by Walfred Moisio