I suppose one day

Soon the snow that's falling now
at midnight this first day of spring
will melt eventually and go.
The snow, the leaves—well, everything—
brings disappearance with it.

I suppose one day I'll go to bed
and not think of how your hips
and arms
and eyes are set.
They say that it will happen soon.
I wait.
It hasn't happened yet.

[Susan Minot {1956- }, 'Upper West Side Blizzard' from Poems 4 A.M.]