Imagine that it is evening, dark outside, and you are a little restless. What to do to ease the loneliness? You live where there is winter and cold, but it is calm outside, with gently falling snow. Why not go for a walk?
So I did. And afterwards I wrote this poem, my first ever. I had been trying to write a poem for days, and it did not come to me until I entered a walk in the dark. And found peace as well. Even snow can talk to you and keep you company, if you imagine.
I lie here gently, sparkling, peaceful
no wind, just stillness.
I illuminate the night in white, in silence
but not for long
come daylight, treads will come
to flatten me in jagged rows
or boots will scuff along and leave their mark.
Eventually those blades will
scrape me into heavy piles
in ridges stuck and hard.
Unless, I’m lucky,
a wind should blow
carry me to freer places
away from hardened plates of land
to be myself, pristine and quiet
Until it’s spring,
then melting drops
of liquid light.
I may return again one night
to bring white light to ground
maybe fall in forest dark
in peace, without a sound.
So when you are feeling restless or lonely, do you ever think of moving your body, going for a walk? Maybe something creative will arise in you in the process. And creativity makes us feel more connected and whole. Have you experienced this? And I wonder what metaphors are here for our lives?