Self Portrait as a Self Portrait

Look. Who is that walking over the snow?
Who is that stomping toward you, through snow?

You tense up, twitch between continuing
Your walk through the snow or turning your back.

Who is this continuing a straight line
Toward you, this blurry someone in black?

The urge to turn away becomes stronger.
The black’s foreboding. The white hurts your eyes.

The contrast’s disturbing. If it were spring,
Summer, even autumn, there’d be color,

But who can keep going in black and white?
This one can. Stares straight at you. It’s you.