Blizzard of Nothing

It snows in feet, not inches,
the fleeting, hushing plunge of it.
It snows, all day and then some,
piling silently up
on the hilly pastures.
When I’ve finally had my fill,
it snows another ocean—
pelting, as if falling
wasn’t enough—
a crazed Einstein,
erasing what came before
to start the lesson over—
a blizzard of wisdoms
traveling at the speed
of incomprehension.
My breath comes fitfully—
slate, chalk, merciful dusk.

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Julia Wendell's memoir, Come to the X, will be published by Galileo Press in 2019. Her most recent book of poems is Take This Spoon (Main Street Rag Press). She lives in South Carolina.