White Cake Batter Into A Cold, Metal Pan

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As December folds into January
Like
White cake batter
Into a cold,
Metal pan

Thoughts freeze
And clink around my brain
Like
Ice cubes
In
Champagne

I can
See,
Feel,
Taste,
Hear,
Even smell my thoughts;
But cannot interpret them.

How should I proceed this new year
Commencing in the depth of winter silence
When everything inside and out
Is frozen?

Will the waxing sun
Eventually
Thaw the earth and
Restore my sense of direction?

Will the sparrows
Of spring

Sing

Me back

Into knowing?

Do I have the patience to
Wait?