I remember white on the mountain,
I remember he spoke a snowstorm,
thought pelting down,
a cloud his crown.
I remember the shriek of atoms,
the smell of stars,
the thinning stairs.
I tried to climb
straight out of time.
I remember his hand on my arm.
Hilary Biehl’s poems have appeared in The Lyric, Ancient Paths, and Dappled Things. She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with her husband and son.