March 25, 2013

After Snow

Chase Twichell


After Snow

I’m the first car after the sander.
In my headlights, the cinnamon swirls
of fresh sand are intact.
What dial did I turn to get here,
the road a bolt of cloth
unfurling before me, and on all sides
the windless, snow-softened pines?
A rift opened in the world,
and guess what was on the other side?
The world. That’s tonight’s poem:
nothing but a small sudden
understanding. Nothing permanent.


Chase Twichell's most recent book is Horses Where the Answers Should Have Been: New and Selected Poems (2010). She is a student at Zen Mountain Monastery.


Image: cnycompguy/Flickr


More from Chase Twichell
"Invisible Fence"
"Fox Bones"
"Ochre and Blue"
"Second Innocence: With Basho at Sesshin"
"The Ghost of Eden: Zen and Poetry"

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