snow hanging so precariously
threatening those beneath
whacking away, a person
employed with a shovel
cherry picker high in the air
the effort is hard and cold
thump, down goes the threat
what has to be whacked off
the easy stuff falls first
then the stubborn, hard pieces,
first formed, melted and reattached
like niggling dangerous things that refuse to leave
maybe it will take a small pick
instead of a large implement
small whacks to release
little pieces of hardness
compounded since youth
what are my hard points
where are the overhangs
which hang on with tenacity
am I in the cherry picker
or is Spirit employed
with an implement of love
carefully thumping
until release
Spirit, I trust you
to help me let go
you are my companion in the work
in the air around me
moving
soundlessly
constantly
tapping
Ev Ward, Feb 20, 2025 while looking out my window across the street on a very cold winter day
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Love this, Ev. “Maybe it will take a small pick” and “Where are the overhangs” perfect. Your words are perfect and cherrypicked.