Sparkling in the Sun – a poem by Carol Casey

Sparkling in the Sun 

Snowflakes, drifting, sparkling in the sun 
on a May morning,
as improbable as a pandemic.

As unlikely as this rock ambling
around the outskirts of 
some universe sprouting life.

As irrational as telling frightened
people “all will be 
well” during the bubonic plague.

As impractical as giraffes, platypuses, 
three toed sloths that  
hang fathoms above a forest floor.

As incredible as tornadoes, earthquakes,
rainbows, the still 
small voice, the presence of eternity.

As illogical as you and I victorious
out of millions of 
sperms and hundreds of eggs

As impossible as me and you, 
30 years together
watching sunlit snowflakes in May.

Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario, Canada. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Prairie Journal, Sublunary Review, Plum Tree Tavern and others, including a number of anthologies, most recently, Tending the Fire and i am what becomes of broken branch. Facebook: @ccaseypoetry; Twitter: @ccasey_carol; Webpage:

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