Fragment 15 — Snowfall
As I watch the snow come down this November morning,
I wonder whether, if I plucked Pluto from the distant sky,
this snowflake would still have landed at my feet.
What winds carried it here.
What held the temperature just steady enough.
What made the grass tall enough to catch it on cue.
Remove Pluto,
and maybe none of this lines up.
Maybe I’m not even here
to watch a snowflake that never lands.
And now that I’ve decided Pluto is responsible for this tiny moment,
I’m left with one more question:
What moment is this snowflake responsible for in turn?
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What quiet joy —
or gentle calamity —
waits downstream
from the smallest fall of light?
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This reflection is about the unseen forces that shape every moment —
the quiet motions that carry snowflakes, planets, and people along. How strange it is to take blame or credit for anything
when so many levers move us far beyond our sight.
the quiet motions that carry snowflakes, planets, and people along. How strange it is to take blame or credit for anything
when so many levers move us far beyond our sight.