Fresh Snow on Rooftops

We drive over that man-made hillock each morning

You half asleep and grumpy

Me rushing to work and resigned

And yet, this is the baptism of the day and

With your young strength beside me

I am anchored in these waters

Me, you, we flap around and almost flounder

Fishlike after all

Look, we are

Cresting the hilltop

Light floods the world

The dome is golden

Hush, my son -- listen

The snow is falling,

Fresh and white on slumbering rooftops

Nella Cotrupi

2011