Wintering: A Poem
Walking along the edge
As never before
I am plugged into the sun
When it’s out I’m up
Walking to the Park
a near-slip hobbles my step
All falls are one-way
Sidewalks bulge where trees
expose the patient push of
roots’ dark energy
Melt-puddles reflect
a sudden swerve from hard-freeze
fear to black-ice dread
My cane, my safeguard
but not if my unsound brain
tilts the world from true
Pink-haired runner pounds
past white-haired walker: we share
the fleetest of smiles.
