The Poem

by Yi Xuan Tan

<Keep it snowing>

* Very much inspired by my winter travel to Budapest and Munich

Source: Author

I was not sure I knew what snow was,

Until it found me in Eastern Europe;

Until snowflakes dampened my hair

and the postcards in my arms,

like fallen petals of Eden,

Until my boots were swallowed in white,

footsteps behind me erased.

Until my ears heard nothing but wind

and the distant clock through the crowd.

Until the glow of the Hungarian Parliament dimmed inside a storm. 

I stood, as many voyagers had before,

like a winter tree,

and joy rinsed over me. 

Perhaps, from the sight of heaven,

We were snowflakes of the town,

drifting swiftly,

Through its light.

So keep it snowing,

Till the street lights fall apart.

On my train back home, I realised that my glove was missing one side, 

I guess I chose to trade them for the views along the road.

For the snow, 

to keep it snowing.