Road Conditions

It’s snowing in my city,

And it’s snowing in yours.

Here,

It’s as if someone

Snipped open a pillow

And dumped the contents

Onto the metaphoric floor

That is earth,

The feathers descending

From the gray light

Above.

There…

I don’t know

What it’s like there.

All I know is

That my bones

Are rattling.