Chains

Like dangling keys or pockets of change

Chains dance all around me

Or dim into the howling wind

Moving through the Pine trees

Two shiny snakes spiral through the air

Like intertwined sheets right out of the wash

Then freeze into a glistening icicle

A pendant tower of steel water drops

Mixing of dominos and metallic rain

Indented ridges and dips

Like the decorative edges

Of a toasty empanada

Weaved like the seams of my clothing

Forming the unseen world before me.

-- V.L. Gonzalez