Water has started to freeze
disrupts the straight reflections
of the standing erect tree trunks
in all shades of grey:
nickel, ash, silver, charcoal, tin.
I wonder how much Vitamin D
is blocked from my nerve cells today
as tree spirits
are merging from the craggy
skin of maple bark.
I wait for the stag to appear
out of the distance
onto the shore
a brown camouflaged
in my grey timid world.
Images evoke an unnatural plea.
I don’t know how to physically
hold you, wrap my arms
around your torso, around your girth
breathe with you, make you safe
I know how to hold you mentally
wrap my heart around you
keep my eyes and ears
by your side, holding
the who you are
accepting that above the what.
But what I need from you
is safety in my space,
balance and strength
and a physical
connection.
I am not able to wait
long enough for you to make
a formal appearance
for you to morph into
a form I can feel
with my hands and my feet.
I have to leave as the sky fills with
mauve and powder blue stripes,
no birds to keep me still
no arms to hold me tight.
ice begins to murmur,
spreading across the water
in fingers, growing
seeping, covering more surface
like
water spilling on the slanted floor
flowing away from the source.
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