drifting and merging
songs of separate creatures
in a velvet sea

a shot in the arm
elation, exulation
and I’m all geeked up

just intensity
is it snow, or is it sand?
vastly white, and one

a chord hangs in air
around it, like fireflies,
darting tones flicker

when it’s one degree,
one single degree, it’s cold.
That’s without the wind.