when the snow finally falls heavy and deep
go heavy and deep into the snow
the most beautiful thing, the most beautiful thing
is to show up and listen, listen to sing
a compass of listening
listening and responding
a call and response
to take a stand for the snow
to stand in your knowing
to face north by north
to take
up
deep
space
magnetise all those things that call
but mostly those that call quietly
muted from beneath the snow
softly from above the snow
in your own voice