Canadian Dream

Imagine a future moment when,

bound in a good coat against winter,

you get a feeling for existence.

You are improbable but real,

solid, undeniable,

seeing, feeling and thinking

snow.

Your consciousness is

a raw sense of God’s,

the only knowing.

You are something connected

and unconnected, lost,

a mote, a flake,

mystery to yourself,

Perceived at last,

as you fully deserve,

in a world of ice.