To the Reader: Polaroids
Who are you, austere little cloud drawn to this page, this sky in the dream I'm having of meeting you here? There should be a word that means "tiny sky." Probably there is, in Japanese. A verbal Polaroid of a Polaroid. But you're the sky, not a cloud. I'm the cloud. I gather and dissipate, but you are always here. Leave a message for me if you can. Break a twig on the lilac, or toss a few dried petals on the hood of my car. May neither of us forsake the other. The cloud persists in the darkness, but the darkness does not persist.
From The Snow Watcher, published by Ontario Review Press, 1998. Copyright © 1998 by Chase Twichell. All rights reserved. Used with permission.