Thin ice-cold steel.
Sometimes I need a different kind of meal.
I’m seeing double
Double the grey is grey,
The ancient pathway
Like a pond in mid-winter frozen.
My windows are so so dusty.
I am an evergreen
But my leaves are brown this time of year,
There are whispers on my lips
So soft, so low that I cannot hear
A lump in my throat though there is
Perhaps there are tears when I sleep
Ask my pillow because I wouldn’t know.
Thunder snaps inside my skull,
Waved away by them
These arms once wound around,
I am a child’s pet
Gifted on Christmas
But now it is February
And the vertigo has yet to wear off,
In my ice-cold steel cage.
Like a snail on a windy day,
Stick to the ground
Move move move
Against the winds of today,
For grass goes with the breeze
But the breeze goes with the trees.
The polar bear roams alone,
White white white as cold steel ice,
The primal predator stalks the mice
Watch your back
These other bears are barely friends.
So I sit here,
See this cold steel ice
I look into his face
Soft warmth in his creases
The greatest friend, brother, lover
In the mirror I see me.