Same time last year
ice spread to the window sill
worn down already
by the baleful heat
that is the only other weather here.
Two falls in two days,
though spared injury
by the gods of my birthplace
come north to watch over me
as I wear down like bone
whittled inside my skull of stone.
How I miss remembering what I knew
from Southern birth to boyhood
or what I learned in towns
sharing the latitude here,
though not the terror of this cold and ice.
I want to go south,
yet after a quarter century
frozen by my needs and desires,
it’s all I can do to walk on the earth
upright and think before I step.
(25 February–6 March 2014)
copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander