Daniel Gallik

The White Path

She told me she was tired
of me, that I wasn’t worth
a thing to her anymore.

I saw that the gray squirrels
in the neighbors’ back yard
had made a strong path

to and from one tree
to another. I noticed
a person could walk

in the deep snow there
and not get his pants
wet. I wanted to be

there. Not scattering
so quickly between trees.
Just walking from one

height to another.
Climbing between
all the branches.