A thread connects the head to the toes
That curl under the feet from the cold.
The fingers retract in their gloved coverings
The ears stand and take the punishment
My face feels numb but the heat
Is melting the sleet
Steam comes from my neck opening
Still I move one lung many pulses
Foggy behind glasses of salty dew
Daring to sight through reductions
Of multiple magnifying droplets.
Soon, very soon, I can stop, its not far
To a warm shower, a warm drink
The best thing is to have no choice,
Weather comes and goes and I pass through.
Repair natty clothes to keep warm
Oil chain to stay quiet in snow.
Move through dim dawn clouds
And soak the brief sun rays between
Day building minutes to night.