You've done it now. Opened your mouth, hoping the ice starts to thaw. Maybe you have to spell it out, spill it out to hit your mark. Like a tree I need to drop my leaves and see if some person catches a few, a handful of paper-thin shapes. Everyone moves forward. Is that so? The water around my ankles has been here for years.
Written: October 2013. Explanation: A poem written in my own time, also posted as a Facebook status update.