the funeral of what

The earth lies shrouded tonight, perhaps indicating that this is the end, that we have suffered the worst and a reprieve or warmth or sun will soon come. I walk unable to see the corners and startle at a cracking, falling branch. The air is covered, the trees are covered, the sidewalks are slick. I felt like tidepooling, waiting for the bus this morning before footprints marred that amazing, clear, shrinkwrapped cover of ice on the world. I wonder who looks at me through the fog looking through the ice.