HEARING THE SNOW

When the lights go out at night,
You can hear the snow begin to fall.
      You can hear the outside color white,
      And the way the pine winds stall.
You can hear the sound of death
And feel the silence in the air
      As the solar system holds its breath,
      And moonlight freezes on the stair.
Crystals of the cosmic powers
Light the tips of forest trees
      As the storm’s dark matter flowers,
      Protecting us from open seas,
Star foam of the solar tide
Staring in at us inside
      While the laces of the planet mesh:
      The laundry of the clouds made flesh.


Snow is the sudden materialization of the screen of energy
that underlies all matter. Snow’s molecules are larger than
the Higgs boson, but they are the way the universe makes
a metaphor, how it repeats its invisible patterns in a more
visible way, an eternal grid which exists in clouds before
adiabasis turns it into more tangible matter: the silent
structure of the world made flesh, the trellis out of which
universes expanded, skies out of which snow doesn’t so
much fall as suddenly appear.

The metaphor which all religions share is that at some
point a god becomes flesh in order to explain the link
between our watchful eyes and the great skein of cosmic
motive, the ultimate metaphor where hidden dark matter
reaches out to the spontaneous outburst of free will which
humanity represents - that one chess move not anticipated
by a universe of logical progressions.