Transitions
by
kaas
baichtal
1.
the first snowflakes cling
to my reaching hands, my mouth
and I weep for joy.
2.
ice and sun blind me
I am sliding, ecstatic
the days are like hours.
3.
my feet find weakness
I cannot breathe, only sink
I stumble, submerged
4.
lying on the bottom
I look up through black water
I dream of blizzards. |