Chords

A snow storm moves in, blankets the ground and hides the mountain ranges from view, like nothing lies behind the houses at the other side of the field. I set up the therapy light at the top of the treadmill, make believe I am running along the river in spring time, make believe my steps move me somewhere, and from the way my legs burn I think they must be. The snow makes everything quiet, time makes everything fuzzy, I barely know you now but this morning I remembered what it was like to feel your skin under my fingertips, to hear your voice how it said my name. The country leaves you alone with your thoughts; I walk through them comfortably turning them over in the palm of my hand. There was a time I couldn't even look their way for fear I'd break. A story weaves and builds in my hands now, winter is long and dark but somehow, somehow I brought my own god damned sunshine and now I'll make this concrete garden grow.

The bridges have all stopped burning now, but you can come on in.

The water's fine,
just
fine.