For a second,
suspended by the beam
of a street lamp,
a snowflake
sputters to the ground.

Acts of resistance

have to be secret, only –


the victor can tell.

it is a shadow you look at
disappears when the sun goes down
you are hiding in vain
you need the light, it seems

perspective opens and shuts
then opens again

sharing of the ineffable
singing of an unlimited view.

Talking about it is always hard but once you bring it to the light turns out you are not the only one going through it. The best feeling is when others understand. It gets easier to deal with. Stops you from empowering fear.
Feeling on edge over dumb possibilities that play out in the mind all these made up scenarios. Playing out in his head. Remembering a bad time and moment never wanting to end up there once again.