Ice Fishing

for Virginia

It's a sunrise.
It's an echo in the canyon, it's a raindrop in a pool of blue,
it's a shooting star, a miracle.
It's everything and none of the above.
Pocketing these tears of joy, drowned out in the below
of some ancient foghorn.
Frightened by this madening drift, this palet shift,
as this sky runs from green to red to blue right here
before our very hearts.
Stumbling through this blizzard, blackened by a universe
of white, reaching toward the coloured lights, but are
these flashes just behind my eyes?
It's emotion on paper, but can you find the labels for your dreams?
Oh destiny, why? Why am I dancing in your musical?
Not "why," oh no, but why oh why do I ask?
For as oft I ask and then ye answer, am I not yet
standing all the more confused?

yours impatience,
Sincerely