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Snow and deeper snow,
all day it snows. Over sixteen
inches. On the news, I hear about a mystery man
dining across America leaving $5,000 tips
for $500 meals. It is, he reportedly says,
the work of the Lord, one tip at a time.
So much snow I cannot walk
across the street. The median
is a wall of white.
Of course I could walk
across the street. But
it would be wet. And deep. And cold.
Suzan tells me about the other news,
how all around the country young men
have taken to approaching strangers
and punching them to make them drop.
They don’t steal or mock. The point
is to make the stranger fall and run away.
Five inches of new snow falls on my car
while I speak to my teacher this morning.
She tells me, “Say yes to every experience.”
I wonder what I would do if someone
punched me. Or my husband. Or my dad.
I wonder what Jesus or Rumi would do.
There is no way to know what we might do.
It is all just perhaps until it actually happens,
like a weather report that calls for 16 inches of snow.
Today it is easy to say yes to the weather.
Yes as I scrape it from the windshield.
Yes as I trundle across the street through
the paths made by other trundlers. Yes
as I slip and bring myself down. Yes
as the snow itself makes the fall so soft. And cold.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer lives in Southwest Colorado with her husband and two children. She is a parent educator for Parents as Teachers. Favorite four-word mantra: I am still learning. Favorite one-word mantra: Adjust.
