By Linda Pastan

Credit: MD Maginn

We are waiting for snow
the way we might wait for a train
to arrive with its cold cargo—
it is late already, but surely
it will come.
We are waiting for snow
the way we might wait
for permission
to breathe again.

For only the snow
will release us, only the snow
will be a letting go, a blind falling
towards the body of earth
and towards each other.

And while we wait at this window
whose sheer transparency
is clouded already
with our mutual breath,

it is as if our whole lives depended
on the freezing color
of the sky, on the white
soon to be fractured

Excerpted from Queen of a Rainy Country by Linda Pastan. Copyright © by Linda Pastan. Used with permission of the publisher, W. W. Norton & Company, Inc. All rights reserved. Buy Now.

 

 

 

One Comment

  1. Great passage to sum up how a skier feels. Really appropriate this year!

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