Snow in the City by David Chambard

Intro

The town smokes all clouds
and chokes snowflakes…
Winds wave their tails
and dance on lapis-lazuli myths,
on streets, on faiths
like blessings
on me, on us
Sunday people.

Wondering

"If we don't know how to answer, we are just no good. So little by little we become some kind of model machine able-to-answer-to-all-situations with all the necessary blindness as regards its own contradictions.[...] But under its dominating necessity, is it possible to keep alive in ourselves our most authentic and precious capacity, which is questioning" - Michel de Salzmann