85. cold

.

i remember cold

so brittle snow squeaks beneath

my restless feet. i remember

.

cold so polished, breath

skates through barely touching

the body starved for

.

air. i remember cold 

so clean the world’s slow heartbeat

is visible, pulse

.

bumping lightly against

the thinnest sun. in my northern

home, a cold

.

so pure the very

air freezes, light particles

dancing near the floor of 

space.

.