Creation Myth 2011

New York,

leaving in the morning,

the Hudson River Drive-

    North, the city hidden 

    behind walls of granite

besides which,

the grandeur of the snow laden

Palisades,

    Witch's Broom

    covered, 

    driving into silence.

Imagine,

where does it come from,

this white silence?

It comes from above,

like so many schoolboy crafts,

    the trees drawn,

    bare, reaching,

    traced with glue

    and covered with glitter.

And later,

falling sheets,

at the lightest breath.

The silence outside;

The silence within.