Vanishing

VANISHING

Your face is vanishing

In the never-ending

Distance in the road

Ahead...

And it too is vanishing.

I look back through the windblown gusts of swirling snow,

Seeing and feeling the flakes melting on my lashes

Dribbling down my face, on to my neck, soaking my hoodie.

I think of lying down in the snow to make an angel,

but I dare not.

I wonder if I could be the next Trevon Martin on this snowy night --

Or the next ... Emmett Till, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, George Mann, Freddie Blue, Junior Prosper, Michael Noel, Marco Loud, Stephon Clark, Eric Reason, George Floyd... Too many to name!

I'm just a Black, Black boy enjoying the snow.

I am a threat of what? -- To whom?

I simply want to live until tomorrow, but I must take each step with caution.

The blood of my ancestors has been spilled for this nation.

That should at least earn me the right to enjoy a peaceful night of

walking in the snow.

The past descends... I must hurry home.

I have promises to keep.

It is so terrifying.