Snow Supper

While we sat inside eating supper, the snow came down & filled in all the tracks. Vole & sparrow tracks on the back steps, squirrel & feral cat on the lawn, the wingprints of a hawk. Even my own tracks from an hour before: the snow’s feet grew to fit them all.

After supper, I switched on the spotlight under the gable, went out into the storm & stood looking up. Here in between these seeming absolutes — black above, white below — the mix is anything but gray. Black pepper from the islands. Salt from the encircling sea.