Show Me a Pile 0f Snow
I Will Show You A World You Never Seen Before
The snow blower might me ten times faster
But I know something you don't know
There is an experience hidden under the snow
You will miss completely
By going way to fast
Unless you lift up a shovel made of metal or plastic
I will make many references to the same activity
So you can clearly understand
It is like having a piece of chocolate cake on your fork
The cake is soft and so fresh
Each bite is a delight
The frosting is light
Sweet but not too sweet
The cake is rich
A soft texture even more enhanced
Followed with a ice cold drink of milk
Or I nice cold scoop of ice cream
The hot and cold together
Brings out every thought of pleasure
With every forkful
Where the ice cream slowly begins to slide
Only your mouth can catch
Before it can be lost
When I am outside I lift up my shovel
Cut into the first untouched field of snow
I slowly watch the snow buckle
Lift up and break free from the rest of the snow
Then as it slides up on the slipper shovel bottom
Like a little boy climbing on his first plastic horse
Until you put your quarter in
That is when you begin to feel
All the fun and excitement
The rocking of the horse
Underneath your body
Makes your whole bottom
Twist and shake
As you grip on tight
Not to fall off
The ride takes you on your own trip
That nobody else can see and feel but you
When you finally release the snow
It climbs piggy back on the other snow
That was patiently waiting
Jumping on it's surface
Only to raise it's head
Then each shovel full after
Fills up a different space
Sometimes falling deeper
Other times jumping even higher
Like a game of leap frog
Where one person
Makes the first person disappear
If only for a second
The snow begins to accumulate
This takes time
A snow blower goes so fast
The snow is sucked up like a vacume
Crushed and spit out
Flying squished and all distorted
Tossed carelessly
Vigorously
Landing all different ways
Only to be smothered by the next
Blast of heavy pounding snow
As my shovel follows more of a ballet routine
Carefully sliding into a new section
One snow pile only half lifted
There was not enough energy to take it any farther
Here we return to try again
To shoot the snow
Lifting it just so
Like a cannon ball flying through the air
Destined for a new place
Soaring through the air
Spinning in many rotations
Quicker than the eyes could see
Only a rocket could understand
Trying to seek a new destination
Never before possible
Then we see the space left behind empty
Where all the snow once visited
The snow shovel is propelled by human motion
An exercise almost obsolete
If it wasn't carefully orchestrated
Not by electricity or gas
Repeated hundreds of times
Practicing until the motion is perfected
To get the next lift higher
Competitive by nature
From nature
A delicate form of water
So hard to construct
Many machines frantically try to duplicate
It's perfection
Only to come in a close second
The consistency and the texture
Quiet fluffy and other times so concentrated
Light or heavy
Each shovel full varies
In a few degrees
So many math calculations can be calculated
How high the angle of projection
Then we need to be scientific
The density or the airy composite nature
Where it can be carefully analyzed and broken down
Even though many people think it may look the same
Just a white mess
I see so much more
The hand over hand thrust
The light grip and a twist
In different cases a firmer grip needed
Or the snow will jump
Earlier than anticipated
Then we have to redo
When went wrong
Our arms and back
Each working together
Simultaneously
To produce the maximum results
Rest needed
Quick sudden stops
Only to take off like a plane
Fast filled with a new power
Not yet known before
The air can change to wind
Causing new resistance
More snow may fall
Quicker than you thought possible
Silently hiding all the work you did
So even after only a few minutes have gone by
The snow that was removed
Has now returned untouched by human hands
Magical and spiritual in nature
To remind us anything man has done
Nature can effortlessly undo
