Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

drift (2016)

the snow keeps falling
and it slows the world
weighing down the minute hands
of town hall clocks,
pulling at the wheels of juggernauts

smothers the dark quickness of our steps with light.
the clatter of haste is
blanket-muffled to a crawl

where sound is steered into a
marshmallow baffle stifled
as if the day grabbed
us by our collars
held its great white finger to its lips.

now between our frankenstein steps
we can let our thoughts drift
and settle over shapes
we didn’t know were there.

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