Broken Patterns

Crystals on the glass
Like constellations
Or molecule chains freed
From telescopes/microscopes,
And lumpy white forms
Like sugary bean bags
Tossed out on the patio,
And backpack bulges
On mudroom hooks
Instead of kids’ shoulders,
And busy black roads
Solid white and quiet
On a school day,
And landlocked tidal waves
Arcing on sidewalks/streets
From blowers and plows,
And Christmas music
On the home speakers
As if we’d time hopped
To two months back—
Oh the marvelous
Incongruities of snow!