Pattiann Rogers – Jan 28, Level III

After a beautiful and cold snow, I like the image of snow and stars falling being indistinguishable.

truth and falsehood

Last night in parted clouds,

we couldn't distinguish the stars falling

from the snow falling—both cold, deadly,

and inviting, both distant

and magnetic in their indefinite

places, both erudite in silence,

both traveling by sleep, both against black,

both against white, against the trickery

of the eye, against revelation,

against immortality,

both boneless, as naked as light, neither

beckoning, neither denying, both ancients

broken and unchronicled,

both out of the pit

into the instant and back, both cracking

the continuum,

rushing down

in multitudes toward the earth

as if it were the Holy Grail, the grave,

both in diamonds, both in spades, all aces—

the way things were for awhile last night.