My foot slips through
Ice made thin
By the sure light
Of late February
And I sink up to my shin.
But for the waterproofing
On my new Earth shoe
My foot would be wet and cold.
As it is, only my leg freezes
As I schlep along
Trying to feel,
As the ice has,
The full benefit
Of a blazing February sun.
In that brief exchange of
Energy between me and the Earth
Somewhere below the ice
I have discovered
She is no victim of winter's iron maiden
But a playful girl
Waking in her own good time
Under a white blanket
That frays and tatters
Moment by moment
Even as it quite accidentally
And imperfectly
Hold this world together.
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