Blue Rose Snow, 23 December 2017

When you bothered to consider your past
Consisted of the past that was present
And the past that by passing was never,
Did you also consider how the former
Served as its own fetch? The doppelgängers
Were everything all the time everywhere.
Did you also consider that when you went
To bed in the same bed as previously,
In the same room, same house, same town,
Same landscape under the same sun
That none of those sames was the same,
That there was nothing ever identical
To anything in anyone’s past under the sun,
Including the sun? Did you also consider
That what made each moment fetching
Was the past that was lost, that was never?
The snow that fell around the house tonight
Was as naturally blue as a rose in the moon.