Snowflake

Moved

by wind and gravity

dancing together on a snowy stage

particles of light

leap

fly

race

toward a fluid ending.

The organic audience

in celestial adoration

stretch serpentine branches

to cushion their fall.

Watching the performance

through a glass veil

my eyes dart to each flurry of movement

only to be swept by the unscripted choreography

and the size of the cast.

The show pauses

when a heavenly light appears.

Dancers evaporate

as if by magic.

Soon the overhead light dims again

the translucent curtains are drawn

the organic stage reappears (it never left)

the eternal dance begins…

Again.