(The Slice of Life Challenge in March is hosted by Two Writing Teachers as way to encourage teachers-as-writers. You can join in, if you want. There is also a monthly call for Slices on Tuesdays. You can write then, too)
In the moment in which that solitary snowflake landed in her outstretched hand, as if she were capturing a bit of loosened magic from the sky, the start of a small poem, too, tumbled into my head.
(A draft started in freewrite time with students, revised during the day)
Peace (falling),
Kevin
Little Geometry
One single silent
snowflake, loose
– a goose lost from
its group – slow-motion
tumbler
Its landing softened
by her outstretched
hand: melted time
then, her lips
on skin
on ice
on sand
We’re lost in a
moment we may
never understand