wednesday morning at 3 am

a blizzard in monticello

powders over tired windshield wipers

without water or blankets

pager or blackberry

to reach your family

you abandon the car in a ditch

like the botched lines 

of an audition in the bowery

for a commercial for cheap suits

your begin to post hole

to penetrate the audience of snow

frozen crickets forget to laugh

without the illuminating signs

stars and moons

dream of lucky breaks

but ultimately live with in laws 

in the affordable meantime

commuting the cosmic expanse of aspiration 

you have a wife and children

you attain the blindness of snow

walk with hares in the winnowing

wet to the skin

you sing some simon

and mostly garfunkel

acquaint yourself hastily with darkness

the kids are at the window

watching the glass

like a film beyond their years