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.