Tuesday, February 22, 2011

We are in this place again; I only know how to swim with ice.
Heat is as painful as light creeping through closed lids--
my hands haven't moved in a year.

you left, as did the Sun; do I hide now from dawn
or is a momentary thaw simply a deeper night,
ice melting to freeze again.

2 comments:

becca said...

lonely feeling but beautifully written

Tim Shey said...

"Heat is as painful as light creeping through closed lids. . ."

"is a momentary thaw simply a deeper night. . ."

Very good.