Helix

the heavy snows stop. we tread on ice
all the way home from the kindergarten
twilight starts early      at the age of four
he already understands the meaning
of melting snow
I lead, he follows, cracking sounds
muffled by our progress, almost inaudible
it\'s as if nothing in my life had ever happened
that immature body      is the closest reflection there is of me
his future\'s bright     while I’ve already reached  
the age where I can appreciate common customs
when it snows, I shut myself up at home
turn the music up loud, make time precise
to those moments of pleasure, allow the worn-out clock
to abruptly suffocate
in the same way that scenery in the snow     is frozen stiff
by clarity

HELIX