Imagine: Icicles Fell From the Sky
Yesterday, icicles fell from the sky.
It started with a dance of sugarplum flakes. Which twirled and took
care to fall. Settle and sit with the grace of a plie.
I watched from windows encrusted with icing. Until my little brother
went outdoors and stomped holes into the calm.
By the afternoon, the flakes grew to fists,
pummeled the earth in a boxing match. Then stopped. Done feasting on earth and sky.
We huddled around wood-fire, hands cupped in hot chocolate. Told stories to quiet the time.
The grandfather clock sang five o’clock, and the flakes fell again. Slow at first, then faster
faster, long, frozen and fearless. Like the teeth of an orca.
Icicles fell from the sky.