The snow

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