You will start to feel the winter
wait
below your layers.
You will feel the tension of near spring as something starts to stir beneath the ground.
You will notice sparkles in the frost.
You will make eye contact with people you pass on the sidewalk.
Seeking.
You will plan a little but mostly continue on in the little habits and rhythms that eventually become a day. A week. Your life. Your one life!
You've got roots in the cold, cold ground.
There is another place that is nowhere
where folks will be checking out for good.
Won't blink for eight whole days. Even years!
There is a constant wailing and gnashing of keys.
Blue sky replaced by the blue glow of tragedy and a choir of rage singing, incessantly, on
loss loss loss
fear fear fear
Don't look
awaystayherestayhere
Hard to believe that you share the same planet:
peace of mind &
piece of mind.
There really won't be
room for you both.