Poem
Take a wish and burn it,
the Universe whispered softly.
Any one? she asked.
Yes, just choose; you need not know which.
From the depths of her soul, she drew a tiny slip,
small, green, nearly unseen.
She set it aflame and watched it vanish.
Will it find someone who needs it?
If that eases your heart, it replied.
Can I burn all my wishes?
You can burn them all, it answered calmly.
And what will remain of me?
The moment in which you are,
whole and complete, here and now.
Just one moment?
Yes, just one—but it lasts forever.
Now lasts forever, she whispered,
as the ashes dissolved into the air.
Oh, how divine the snow smells,
she thought, becoming the snow.
