Snow

You should’ve seen the snow. 

It came down swiftly and with intention

as if it were in some sort of hurry to envelop the world below 

in a delicate blanket of white lace. 

It descended all around as I ran

miles and miles on a machine

protected from the flurries by a layer of glass.

I think you would’ve found it amusing

the way it danced on each gust of wind. 

Stride after stride I ran

inside my own personal snow globe

a pocket of peace amidst the chaos outside

timing my breath with the silent rhythm of the storm.

Although I tried my best to focus

I couldn’t help but think of you and how

you should’ve seen the snow.