I swim in strong current sometime.
Encouraged I try to define.
this poem has too many lines.
a complex rhythm that hides broken rhymes.

obscure the meaning lost in sound.
silence is leaning over snow covered ground.
pitch yourself out on a ledge.
push yourself to find your own edge.

skating out on a silver pond.
moonlight grow the shadows long.
in cold air my heart beats strong.
(exhilaration starts the throng)
before tired muscles,collapsing end the song.

what did me make?
how much can I take?
a piece of this pie.
a slice I’ll have to try.

the scent of cold morning awaken me.
frost on its tongue,where is it taken me?
out in its dawn. It is unmaken me.
won’t be too long that you’re forsaken me.

but I have been here before.
this is nothing new.
I know what’s in store.
and a shortcut or two.

I’ll find my my back.
there is nothing to hack
just a simple fact
still left to unpack.