Crossing Winter Snow Poem by Laura Lee (Davis) Snyder

There was a woman
who walked between two canes,
a risky walk
caught between two worlds.
Her tracks pressed in new snow
made the sign of green grass, but
which is the true solid?

Matter bites with cold teeth,
her body, a map marled blue, confesses.

To cross the snowy road, she stops short
doubting the earth's fixtures. To her
the points of the compass spin
like incense spirals.
She starts again-
one boot down
asking,

then drives both cane legs
to bolt firm the ground.