White

This cavernous winter
thunders with love,
abounding with the mystery
of everywhere.

When I danced in my kitchen at 10 a.m.,
no one but me
watching the snow fall again
and again, my heart thundered with the motion
of God within.

Others may falter and lack the wisdom
of all the ways the blessings of this body
can scatter what has come to plunder
motion.

Do not be nervous.

We dance to celebrate snow,
and cold does not touch us
when we move in time
to the music of some other
white heaven.