The river's frozen over
two feet thick with ice
above a trickle so weak.
Fish, half frozen, trapped inside
unaware of the spring to come
thoughts slowed down to a single function
breathing weakly
struggling to pull the most from the remaining
pockets of oxygen in the ice
as I watch their struggle
I can't help but lose a bit of myself
I find my mind right down there with them
slowed down to a single function
trying to pull the most left from the little pockets
of oxygen left in my own life