knitted love
provides no protection
as flustered ice drops
cover my path.
wind withholds
only to dissolve
only then to winnow--
winnow my steps;
winnow my breath.
and i am scattered
among the drops
till soaking knees and soaking socks
also drop
and the wind won't run;
no, it stands against
to winnow my steps
and winnow my thoughts.
turn to see
how many steps till i return
but the wind covered my path;
it's covered my past.
white as snow,
oh, no.
dark as night.
choose the clique,
for neither quite right.
but Winnowed I Am.
the deepest part.
Winnowed I Stand.
how does one start
again ?
