satisfying stick as innocent powder morphs upon stalwart density
under miniature knit glove tips freezing and refreezing as body
heat meets fresh sky tossed glacier ash now yielding under
mole-like hell-bound instincts found in all socializing bipeds
realized and not yet suppressed in this mitten-wielding creature
two by two by two wise years only and not yet immature
patting soft grandmother goodnights on her ceiling of sanctuary
that shelter becoming tough and glistening like five fancy chandeliers
imported from anywhere but ivory tower conveyor belt factories
dangerous in its sheath of basic elements making false promises
keeping cocktail party monsters at bay, denying the chronic onset
of cubicle emotions, water cooler laughter, conference table existence
back, i'm looking into one scintillating burrow to nowhere
now satisfying in plump negative space and a smack of ingenuity
eight years old and snowsuit memory of me hunches and crawls
surrounds herself in blue white translucence, warm in its ice,
humming mogollon rim prayers to keep the sun rays asleep