What Later Proves to be Alive
It’s been such a winter
The snows were especially
long and cold
I stopped going out
I stopped wanting
to go out
I stopped
My tears froze
my eyes
stuck shut
But then,
whether I wished it
or not
The sun came back
It’s warmth
a burn
of thawing ice
My eyes blinked
open
to the light
Reaching for the Sun
Cold teeth
the bars that trap me inside
house, mind
not
not
not enough
The drumbeat falls
drip by drop
melting into something
different
softer, wetter
a place where
life can begin
again
It’s just beyond the pane
where my window frames
possibilities
in those dark fractal woods
still
reaching
for the sun
now
now
now enough
J. Wachowski
