Hiding in the shadows
Searching for the cast light,
Trying to remember what warmth feels like.
Two blankets and a sun in Alaska..
Am I stuck or reaching new limits
with my frozen tongue and sunburned eyes?
Brisk air of conventionality,
are you hot or cold?
Life or death?
I ask this as the sun sets and my finally rest —
in hopes the morning
my tongue will have thawed
eyes will be struck with clarity.