White Out

when driving in a blizzard
if you pour on the hi-beams

the storm appears
frantic as it attempts
to blind you

if you dim your lights

you only see
directly in front of you
the piling on and up
of cold white

it feels like you can’t win
when you’re in it

but once you make it to safety
you sit in the dark

stare back into what you just escaped

sit in the comfortable dark

cold white
with its weight and its
insistence upon rendering
everything blank
may bring down your house upon you
may starve you through isolation
may take you into highest crazy
through its seemingly inexorable 
fall from on high

but for tonight 
sit in the comfortable dark

you survived
the cold
and the white

one more time

and spring’s

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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