A snowy road
That went towards home
Began to bend and sway
And disengage from solid ground
And like a drawbridge
Rise
To take me on a different route
By way of moon
Where craters
Swallowed me in silent realms
Of deep and frozen
Sound
And foreign hills rose up
Before my eyes
In spectral shapes to
Blindfold me
With lunar winter in the blackest
White
I whispered prayers and
Gave my fate to those inclined
To throw me back into the earthly
Light



Sara Mathews     February 2016