waiting in a car

unexpected snow

falling
winter feathers

quilt
the street

and alight
on the glass pond
of the car window
skating
from one state
to the other

ice
to water
waltzing

sliding across transparency

and I am on the underside
of the frozen lake
down there
staring up

breath
escapes me
fogging its underside
then another
and another
I can't
help it

until a crack
as the door opens
and I am released
into the easy eyes
of my son.