This time, getting into this
chill from home
the lighter foot swelled.
Tendons thick and tense
historic ache immense,
but not in the shy legs
filled with a sense of slip.
In this to and fro of life
blood freezes far at the fingers.
Arms in despair seek memories
of monsoon rain,when every step made
a splash of your face wet with hope.
At this below freezing age
a slight slip will crack the edifice
