imaginary snow

imaginary snow is twirling around me,
consuming my thoughts and body.
i see no opening,
no way to find the sun.

collapsing,
i make angels.
swinging my body
back and forth.
can i become an angel?
can i see above this raw world,
into the real snow
and the real good?

i am being covered
in this sheet of snowy satin,
being lowered and lowered
and then tossed back up
into the air,
floating and floating,
finding an opening.