to remember is to try to forget

it seems like yesterday;
cold strong winds
that whip around the block
and
freeze the bones from the meat
leaving me crawling for
the heat only a younger body can create.
winter.
the time of our birth.
the exterior retreats inside.
and rests a while, to draw on
the vast strength of spring and summer and
at this point i am born.
i breath.
i take first steps.
remember:
huddled before the oil heater,
birthday gifts and elations
while others complain of the weather
that truns us on and off.
a museum;
winter has its own attractions.

a good feeling

sometimes
theres a place within the
clangs
and beeps
that even a fool can feel.
sometimes
a warm and solid space
that seems to grow
and so multiply.
i am sure
it will not last.