Poem Interlude

Snowing

I hope you are in the city
for then the snow is falling
and space is the feeling
of your warm hand in my mind.

If you are here, then
I don’t need to tell you
it’s collecting on bricks,
catching the headlights
of cabs, and giving
momentary proof
to our passing.

If you are here, brightness
lingers and blue shadows
hold the world close.