The snow fell like salt,
seasoning the world with the wishes made by those who still believe in wishes
I looked up at the tiny slice of sky visible from my chair
not knowing why or what my heart wanted to say
paralyzed by the indescribable
I anticipated the new to makes all things new
and not merely replace one misery for another
no wishes whispered,
but desires scribbled on a lined piece of paper
memorializing my grand gesture of hope
that good things come to those who fight for them.
The snow stopped falling
But I still felt ice cold in my prison of theories and calculated logic.