Blizzard 2K
Living in one room with candles in gone days of warm-bodied love.
Sometimes you know it’s coming,
when the moon is fuzzy or you dream the numinous dream,
a shivery vision of ice balls and fiery flares, lost cars in caves.In the middle of it all, the sleet, the frozen rain, the room goes black
and one delayed crack of randomness deals your luck of the draw.In the hours of outage a natural ear trained to the tiniest tittering hears
no music, no back beat on seven, no tenor track embedded in the wires.Capacitors blow their farads night bright high,
a power line dances blue and orange in the neighboring yard
while a worldly weight of ice brings down the limbs and lines of life.After a chill night, body to body, sweat and cramp
the frosty morning creeps in gingerly and bronze.A man warms a room with twenty candles
makes his own Sterno to heat cold coffee,
bagels need foil, much more difficult.
Midday he is wearing everything he owns,
wrapped in every blanket
twenty candles dwindling.Yet, his bodily love, his wife, his only compass, keeps the faith,
and tells him, "This will end and you will laugh at all of this."
Sunlit prism glaze of ice and light wakes all to a falling, crashing
scatter of a brief clear crystal-made reality, dashed to bits.ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2001