ICICLE

I picture everyone I know

And see them go through roller coasters

Every season brings a different speed

The most wonderful aspect of winter

Is the stillness it brings and the whiteness it entails

Crunching of the snow as you walk

Snowflakes that fall quietly

Far from the loudness of the monsoon rains

It is towering and building without a sound

You look out of your window

And with some luck

There is a bunch of icicles

Hanging in that peaceful fashion

As only icicles are able

You may run your fingers over them to

Make sure they are real

Breaking the thinner ones as your fingers slide

Before breaking them and sending them parachuting down

Stare for a moment through each one

Let the blue, purple and yellow reflections hit your eyes

And so you will spin into an unfamiliar stillness

May even cry with happiness

What is a second of nothingness and light?

Eternity of peace and soul flight

With that in mind

I would like to wish you and yours will take the icicle

And spend one moment each time your mind

Craves stillness to be about

Then you will look through it

See the film and see yourself; see your loved ones

And the ones that have passed

See it all in an icicle

In a split fraction of time

May the next four seasons be filled

With an abundance of peace and icicle moments

All the love and peace,

Lucie Teichmann

December 2008