my hands are chilled
by the winds that whip around me
like ice on a lake they hold onto
the surface of a pen as I
watch a family pass me by-
everything about them screams for
Normality,
as they talk about nursing careers and
where their lunch will take place-
they continue on
Together,
as i sit here alone, only me and my mind
and the ducks that float above
the freezing pond
I Wonder-
if this cold wind, accompanied by the pond
in front of me, could be the cure
to what is occurring inside my head