i tipped a box over and white packing foam spilled out,
tiny balled polystyrene rolling across the floor.
strength in numbers.
do you wonder where snowflakes come from?
who unboxed them and let them spill out?
what have they been keeping all this time?
maybe a blue bolt of fabric sky to be used next season,
maybe they guard the glow of Spring.
who shields them now?
protection in numbers.
just protecting ourselves.