Overall, I'd say it's been a rough
month, trying to play it all
capricious and moonwalk
back from the grim obliteration of
another winter solstice.
But research suggests, if we're
galvanized by anything
it's pattern recognition amid
the novelty of challenges.
Last month, we had resolved
to be stoic
and static as the adamant ice;
but once we had the chance
to thaw out a little bit
we got desperate, felt
heavy as the rain pelting
the surface of the Earth
as it spins and revolves
and brightens all at once.
But I, for one, don't care at all
how the planet looks
from the outside;
I long to stand still
here and now, as a puddle
of meltwater on the ground,
feeling around
for the gradual tilt.
