Benediction for the New Year

Fallen snow retrieves a willed virginity.

Now safe sand, scented of mesquite and sage.

Safe gentle people inhale dry moonlit air.

My heart learned early to trust surfaces.

Surfaces seem at first to unify.

I discovered depth by accident.

Accidental depth invents a soul.

I listened to snow’s silence, now hear sand.

Hot sand, the same private safety as snow.

I practiced trust in deliberate fiction.

Fictional shapes spawned the thought of safety.

Your personality the color of light.

Light is the color of final purity.

Fallen snow retrieves a willed virginity.