the postulate’s theorem
I feel the cold seeping into my bones
on a day too warm for that to be true.
But some days are like that,
filled with mysterious ache and ailment,
and I think, again,
how tied to the earth we all are,
and how often we forget to listen.
Everything feels frozen.
Time, my feet,
the calendar, this heart.
I find myself holding my breath,
watching the sky for a sign.
The crows will carry me home.
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January 22nd, 2015 at 9:16 am
This is such a perfect moment frozen in time -literally and metaphorically.
January 22nd, 2015 at 11:57 am
Just as I was reading this, the sun came out. You, your words, are magic.
January 23rd, 2015 at 9:29 am
Lovely reflections here…A striking ending. I hope the crows don’t come for you too soon!
January 24th, 2015 at 4:20 pm
see, you gotta love any poem that has geometry terms in the title…and some days are like that…my knees are barking today…darns crows are in my yard too…looking for the cat..lol
January 25th, 2015 at 6:41 am
Beautiful!