Dreaming of Ice

Dreaming of ice
Covered windshields
Steep hills
Waters rushing in an
Icy flood
Driving blind

The dull blade moves
Slowly in it’s hidden
Place

A tiny grain of
Sand that didn’t grow
Into a pearl

But turned instead
Into a rusted
Shard a dull edged bit
Of pitted glass
No beauty here
Just grit and ash

And
Why not let
Those rising waters
That deep wound
Bleed

Why
The desperate scramble
Sliding slipping falling

What if
Instead I choose

And  close my eyes
Accelerate down that icy
Road
Exploding
Into brilliant shards
Of light and icy stars.

~Shirley Twofeathers, 9/11/2020