*God casts the die, not the dice.
~Alfred Einstein

I am cold down the neck,
turtling my head
to showers of ice
that fall
dancing and skidding
on skins of crusted snow.
I hold my breath when I step,
inflating hopes of a weightlessness,
and so be undetected
to the play of gods
who froze the night’s rain,
and set up this morning 
of shining and busting—
gambling on rolls,
and chance patterns,
only their joy can see.

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