watching a blizzard

the snow comes in
like a hurricane.
they say
it's the worst blizzard
to hit chicago
since
'79.

i stand
at my bedroom window,
looking out
like some old man
with nothing but time
and nowhere to go.

with the wind,
the pattern of snow goes up
and sideways,
and it never seems to be going
down.

there's a drift of snow
across the street
waist high,
and by the time i wake up
in the morning,
it'll be high enough to bury
most any sized man.

there isn't much visibility,

and i just don't know what i'm looking at
anymore.