chilled fingers with no way to find warmth
still cup the warm mug determined
the low days of winter hit here as well south
or so he told me
all the same I’ve settled in
believing for whatever it is that has me here now
for all too long I sought the furthest line
now my toes curl at the edges of this far shore
and the questions no longer seek answers
the living no longer seeks rewards
and the life no longer has to find a breath to meet it in the middle