Tonight's Poet Corner: Impervious

Impervious
by Belinda Roddie

It didn't snow where I slept,
even though the blizzard swallowed up
everything south of my humble house.
Now I ice skate where my father's
front yard used to be, and I build forts
right around the footprints left behind
by my neighbor's children.

I called you to make sure you hadn't
turned to ice, and sure enough, you
were in the middle of a volcanic eruption,
where you had witnessed two lovers
kissing before the ash buried them -
just as white and pristine as the snow.

We agreed to meet in the forest,
where the rain would only wash away
our tears, but not our bodies. Our flesh
and flaws were too strong for erosion.
This was how we were to live.