h.williams

Inside the rib cage
circles around the red, beating center
   rhyme with love, rake in blood, shove out anger,
inside the outline
of the writer who sits, sighing on paper,
  staccato finger tips drum rhythms with letters
inside the window
square, clear glass painted white by ice
  solid form of water, formally cold by nature,
inside the city
dragged to slow motion
  by snowflakes set in motion
inside the wind
that winds around building sides
  and slides across powdered roads,
inside the state,
state of panic, state of being,
  state of Michigan, state of mind.