In the throw of tears
Feeling every kind of sorrow for myself,
Doing the menial task of rinsing out dishes,
Trying to find meaning in my life,
I looked up.
Out the window, snow fell.
Something that usually merits my disdain,
Yet my tears dried.
I found myself smiling, laughing.
I had never seen anything so beautiful,
So meaningful,
So light.
What does it all mean?
Perhaps I’m tired of trying to find meaning.
For once I want to enjoy the moment,
Savor the delicacies.
Savor the abhorrent snow.
And perhaps, one day,
Live.
