When I was young I wrote poetry in a snow globe; a lone scribe huddled over her desk, writing poems I wanted no one to see, where a whirlwind of snow engulfed me so complete no one would see even the tiniest glimpse of magic that might flow from my pen. Now I am old and I've learned I must polish my snow globe, inside and out, because I want everyone to see my words. I do not fear the sparkling dance of glitter that has replaced the thick, flat, blinding flakes; I embrace the swirls of light as they entice you to come closer, shake the globe, and see what I have to say. If you look long enough, and close enough, you might join me inside, where we can observe miracles, large and small, together.
~ Elise Skidmore ©2022