Mid-February, or Human Life

 

Mid-February mirrors

human life the best
of any time of year.
It hands itself the same

queer, sometimes gelid,

sometimes melting,
ambiguities – the tepid
grays, the chilling whites –

which constitute

the basis of what
each of us perceives
is going on. What is

going on? Three

witches bumble through
with explanations;
one of them is terrified

they might be true.

Here we have the Human
Mind – and February –
tripping off in trinities

towards the Spring with ties

that bind them back
to Winter. Which rhymes
with splinter which is what

we’re doing every instant

we’re alive and skirting
hell. Mid-February does
this too, and well.







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