Trapped

Under January’s cold dead weight

I’m alive, in defiance

Still afire

With love and laughter passed by

–

In spite of the frozen void

Stretching over my mind,

The slow creeping devastation

Of its crushing solitude

–

But how can I budge free

From this ghost-white reverie

And ebb away to be received

By a sea of warm colors?

–

How can I melt away

These wide pillars of ice

That pin me in place

In their encircling gloom?