Out in the Cold
When I have broken the ice shall I slip
Into the water, let my breath dissipate as I
Return to my element, seeking the sea.
Cold comfort that I breathe water more readily, still,
That I can ride the buffeting waves, find the motion
Of the ocean once more like the steps of a dance
Never halted, never halting, and even in the depths
There isn't room enough, isn't peace enough,
Isn't love enough? But I've thought myself loved before
And it hurts more to lose than to have.
Slip back into my skin, hide it all away again,
Removed from aught that lives on land
Letting the water make of my rough edges sand
Until at last I pass to foam.