When inside, looking out through a window
While the air is full with white flakes of snow
Swirling and bouncing and fluttering through it
Soft, weightless, chaos

Appearing instantly
And surprising to me each time
For the umpteenth time

It’s so easy to stare off at it
Chaotic as ever, out there, in the air
And still so calming inside of me
Like staring into a fire

It reminds me
I can forget about things
That my mind thinks it knows
And things it knows it doesn’t

And maybe for a minute or two
The universe by way of the snow
Can teach me to believe in it

– k. augenstein