Thinking of you

Immobilized in snow,
wings frozen by the storm,
arrested, not in flight,
but in a moment of grace;
shoulders piled high
with cold,
that, though it does not weigh her down,
will nonetheless enforce
a certain grounding --
she lifts her hands in prayer
and thinks of you,
of all the thoughts and duties
that keep you tethered to time;
of all the coldness in the world
that drives you to forget
the wings that even now could lift you
from the Slough of Despond,
of all the burdens that you carry --
the ones that slow your steps
and make you ache
for all the losses that you've borne...


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