A POEM THAT TOOK MY BREATH AWAY

From James Crews

After the Blizzard

You might be without power, sipping

cold coffee in the dark, with only

an orange to eat. But don’t the trees

each glow in their sleeves of heavy snow,

don’t you live inside a cathedral

of white limbs reaching upward, with flakes

still gathering around you like the world’s

finally paying attention?

                                       Let your thoughts,

wishes, and obligations all fall away

like the peels of this orange, revealing

every sweet section beneath. Believe 

that awe will follow you from now on

wherever you go, like the snow-light which

fills these rooms, like the scent of citrus, 

which passes from your hands to every 

small thing you touch.

—James Crews

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