How do you know
not to retreat forever?
This strange reversal
of fortune comes
after you stopped moving
all together.
Buried and frozen,
immobilized by
thought and conversation
that swirls overhead,
piling up in that
way that stigma
and fear tend
to pile.
Yet you overcome
the withering,
Hanging on to the
courage Of memory.
Strength is gathered
in the spaces between,
the rest of seasons
Spent gleaning
conversations
you hope to have
again.
Categories: Poetry