-A. Browne Sebright
Its usually around 10:00 p.m.
when the cold of reality
begins to nip at your toes.
Typically it starts
the first or second week of December
as one by one
unresolved memories ice over.
It might not be very comforting
to say or to hear
that the cold of reality sets
at a brisk 4 to 7 degrees Fahrenheit.
At this temperature, a day too many
can pass by without a phone call or message
--One extra bill comes in to break the
bank-- And one broken car can bring
you to tears.
Many find themselves faced with
the cold reality at a bus stop.
But a transfer later after one
meaningless conversation too many,
you find yourself just a few
layers too thin.
The cold is long and the pain is real.
I've only found a handful of things
that temper and mitigate that
kind of chill.
A warm embrace.
Long showers and baths and phone calls
from home. I hope of love.
Day after day you might
find yourself trudging through
thick unresolved memory. Many were
cast aside from other people's front
lawns and many more came from the
shadow of a building that simply turned
its back on the Sun.
Yet even in shadow can love be
found and a smile made.
Come March and April
the ice will melt away.
Friends will be had
and tears dried.
But in the meantime,
it never hurts to shovel your driveway
and sort things out for yourself.
Even the cold of ice and snow
can be beautiful too.