Ice Storm (Poetry)

This cloud is less than comfortable —
there is a tension stretched so thin
it is invisible — this too-white net —
this skein of never-ending string

a nothingness that looms — bulges so
no cotton wool analogy
is accurate — an uneasy float
and drift — intangible — touch-free —

a misty elevation born of mirage —
a light-through-water trick spun wide
slickly woven into dreams — a coldly-formed
suspension — no breath to melt the ice storm gathering
                                stealthily inside.