Weesuck Creek Through the Eyes of a Snowman

A For Sale sign

Swings with abandon

From the arctic blast

That sweeps down

Our block as

Once again

I find myself

Tramping out to

The mouth of the Creek

There I stand more exposed

But find the sky

Rapidly inflating

Overhead revealing the majesty  

Of those first starry beacons

Venus shimmering in the west

While Jupiter ascends  

In the East -- whatever

Such a planetary standoff

Can possibly

Mean to me

At the base of the dock

I’m truly nonplussed

To see these ghostly footprints

Standing in stark relief

Against the pier’s blacktop

Steps clearly leading

Directly to the water’s edge

Then suddenly disappearing

As if some lonely

Snowy wanderer

Had decided to leap

When I realize

What I’m looking

At is an eerie

Negative impression

Of my walk last night

For these ghostly prints  

Merely trace my own steps

Out along the pier
Through yesterday’s storm

My progress thus having

Been made visible

In the trail of twice

Compacted snow

Which alone remained

On the windswept dock

So the first nen

Comes round to see

What the others

Have wrought

Counter-intuitive

But more deeply attuned

To the ultimate truth

Evident in the negative

Aspect made visible

By wind and time

Of the no-self 

As it has been revealed

To the self’s icy stare