December 28, 2015
Ice invades before we believe it.
Demagogue of cities, freeway assassin,
Norse giant Ymir has his way with poles
splinters pin oaks to stumps, shakes power
lines in a frenetic roadside dance.
On television, heads swathed in wool
mumble through numb lips: avoid travel,
skip work. Check battery, carry blankets
just in case. Roads impassable, idiots
notwithstanding. I find a pot for pea soup,
regret onions not purchased at market,
counting on luck like tow truck
operators who had gassed up
their rigs, joyful and ready.
Sandy Soli, writer and editor in Edmond, was a teaching artist and poetry editor for a decade. Her poems and fiction, appearing widely since the 1970's, include two award-winning chapbooks and an article on prose poems featured in Poet's Market. She enjoys collaborative projects with creatives in several disciplines.