Saved in the Snow
janine canan
The cedars approach
in long white gowns,
and a wide white veil
blows across my windshield.
Suddenly my car skates on ice
and I am diaphanous prayer.
Arms stretch -- in waves
I rise toward the moon.
The car spins into a snowy ditch
like a babe to its cradle.
Here is your body, a voice calls.
And I look at my new white hands -- amazed.
