Vanishing Point Poem by cahen thrips

at an evening drawing class
I learned about perspective -
vanishing points of parallel lines

last night I drove home in snow
following undeviating tracks of a
single car all the way to my gates

there a combination of swirling
snow and illusion of convergence
erased the tracks - they vanished.

for an absent-minded instant I
thought you'd returned to me at
last but of course the house was

cold-empty - hushed silent except
for stamping of my boots on tiled
floors and though I called "I'm home"

all I heard was an echo in my hall
which is all I ever hear these days
when I talk to you. If you could but

answer, I'd be satisfied. But then
I remember you also vanished
beneath what now bears snow drops

you can't hear me any more than I
can truly believe I'd followed tracks
of your car to my waiting open gates.

March 2023