I’ve been running down
this snow covered road
For fourteen miles
with arrow heads
pierced through
the bridges of both feet.

Extremities turning blue to black
I can’t turn back now, face it.
Twelve inches overnight
they said,
We reap what we sew
they said.

A whisper ran beside me
Running off
the road - to the woods
I followed -
until our bootprints
reached the lake

Frozen almost to the center
I laid down. Made snow angels.
Looked up at old light
dancing behind the trees.


I hope the ice cracks reach me,
before the rest of them do.