No Nonsense

No nonsense was the wind, 

biting, scratching, pushing me

toward home. 

But there are times 

when I just have to stop.

Stop, 

gloves off and stuffed under 

my padded armpit, 

fumbling with my cellphone 

while the ice wind tries 

to throw it into its big bully game. 

There was merely a shadow 

on the great snow bank, 

but the sun! 

It had thrown shadows across 

snow banks everywhere 

and who knows? 

They’d be gone at sunset,  

never to appear again 

just at that moment when I walked. 

It is always that moment, 

the moment of awe and beauty 

that a transfixes my heart. 

And so I too am no nonsense, 

standing firm to that freezing foe at my back. 

“Nonsense and beauty have close connections.”

~ E.M.Forster, English novelist, 

(1879 ~ 1970)