If it wasn’t rain,
It will be;
Sooner than you know.
And if it hasn’t
Risen just yet,
Wait a while,
For it will …
Though it may not be visible
Even to those who have faith.
This is snow
Long before it was snow …
And the same snow
Long after it has fallen.
I am where my forebears dreamed
They would never be:
Above the land and looking down;
Heading for the borders of belief.