As We Walked

The sun is bright today, but it is not warm.

Some men are chasing a carrot. Trying to

win a way in. I don't know how

to tell them 

it is not warm

here.

I began only after a kick

in the seat by a stranger. It became me,

I became it. All into task. Task and

I, like an arrow.

We all are.

If we could accept the cold, become it,

we might have a chance. I am

trying, been trying

forever

in this cold