Snowfall, 2a.m., Intersection Of Lincoln & Wilson


to meet in mid-air may seem unlikely
consider the scene:

billions of earthbound bodies all
                               falling
                             flitting within inches'


avoidance of each other

caught in precarious balance between
                      the swirling self              the confused movement of the masses


the sudden softness of landing
plumes of powder
eventually
    floating and
        
        falling again

but always to flow in that cloak together
in unison amidst chaos and calm.