Dawn

The moment after the storm passes is quiet, peaceful. Weather presenters lose their voices yelling about the cold, but the sun shines, and you'll take the freeze over a beating any day. I wake with air in my lungs, with a lightness in my chest, I wake in poetry even as the ocean remains swimming behind my eyes. After 35 years you thought you'd know these demons when they come to call but you stand blind in the doorway as ever. All you can do is vow to do better.

The world lies at your feet. It'll wait until you thaw, just as long as you do.