Cemetery Snowman

in
sharp
winter
swells thin sun
cracked ice jags to catch
and cataract brittle siftlings
of light–cemetery stones stand
facing raw ocean
of ever
changing
wind
whisps
cavort
yet under
hard soil boxes rest
bones with whom i once shared virus
cindy wiley eric mary
before their hours froze–
my blood and
feelings
flow
still
to new
pastures flocked
with wild swans whose wings
cyclone spirits into chance skies
where we soar what living demands
under jet stream swirls
to swiftly
change or
we
die