snow angel

children

somehow know

how to create

magic spaces

that echo backwards

through time

through the snow-covered arms, legs, and backs

of their parents and their parent's parents

through the hourglass and out the other side

some stop

and kneel at the edge

of the outer circle

they look deep into the angel

and see that her body

is formed of stars . . .

millions and millions

of tiny stars

clustered

into her form

snow angel courtesy of a little girl at my school