The Drifts

It snowed here after seventeen years
of not snowing.

The lower hills and the upper mountains
appeared out of nowhere.

Strangely dressed
as if suddenly they went mad
or reached enlightenment.

We didn’t know what to think of it.

The different world that brought a strangeness to the seaside.
An inexplicable mood to our approach.

We might as well have seen
a three headed grizzly bear.

Or a giant trotting over the mountain peaks.

Or a serpent swallowing up a fleet of white sails.

For a moment we forgot ourselves
and were lost in the drifts.

For a moment.