Clearing

Inspiration for this take on a "Glosa" poem comes courtesy of this poem from The Germ of the Idea 

Simple movements

Darting in balletic spins 

No more wandering eyes

I am furtive, I am seeking

I am absent of intention.

Puzzle Piece lost before completion

Known and unknown

The cover of darkness.

Returned in shivers.

The temperature around this time of year

Calmly reintroducing itself

From goosebump to limbic system.

Will you remember?

Will you warm the fire for me?

I am all velcro and cheesecloth and this

Proves a poor insulator.

By now,

most movements minimized.

Ice wind/sheets of frozen rain

Pounding friend and foe alike.

It knows the other times as preamble,

What was a simple reintroduction,

Now a sharpened point:

The stiff cold of winter amplified.

Creak, snap, settle.

Shift, recompose, be still

breathe breathe pause breathe

slink back into a hole of the past

The sound of the evening has moved through you,

burrowed into the earth and moved beyond.

And now there is just waiting-

over the steady buzz of silence