On restraint.
Now,
atop the mountain ridges
it falls,
accumulating
deep and white shifting
toward the sun and the moon
Restrained
by its angle of repose.
It builds,
sparkling laughter
pressure mounting beneath
clouds and stars
toward the heart and the bone
Restrained
it tumbles, aches, and grows.
Why
can’t the water flow and the wind howl and the coyotes scream
Unrestrained
With abandon! So that hopes and dreams are realized while there is still
time.