Neurons take a dendritic form

to maximize their receptivity to the lightning of thought.

Let’s be honest:

we were adrift long before we were at sea.

The snow’s cold flesh

is as full of life as any corpse.

What brutal moonlight persisting throughout the day

has convinced us this stillness is meditative?

In the coming chill

we will all have to become subnivean.

What is more subversive than laughter?

Only love. Maybe.