Home Is Somewhere

The moon is faded in the afternoon light,

an icy disk destined to melt to a sliver

as the month progresses.

A sudden autumn snowfall,

unexpected in early November,

has refrozen overnight

into treacherous plains. 

 

Gelid tongues of black ice

lap the bottom of thin shoe soles,

numbing gnarled toes. 

Car tires slip, re-grip, and slip;

as if in solidarity,

I lose my footing and compact

the coarse upper crust

of the stale snow.

 

I rest in my indent.

 

It is peaceful here,

as if the snow somehow dampens

the surrounding sounds,

along with the seat of my jeans.

 

I wish I could stay here,

 

but I still feel as though

I do not belong.

Reviews

[Lyanth]

See, I've done this too quite a few times. Sadly enough it's more clumsy and lazy than poetic. Sometimes I just lack the energy to get up and it makes for a fairly relaxing period of time before people start wondering if I'm dead...
I enjoyed the description, an evening walk is what I picture. The night-time being a rather lovely time for a quiet stroll in the serenity of darkness.
A break from the business..at least if you walk outside of the cities.
My only suggestion would be the spacing of your lines. here
The two lonely ones kind of break the flow you had there..
Thank you for sharing, I enjoyed this.

[barleygirl]

Millions of people write about winter (or any season) & hardly anyone tells it as distinctly as this. This is a sharp depiction of living in a snow clime . . . details I never think about, as a warm-clime dweller, but you make these details come alive so I can almost feel the prick of cold & wet. Also, I love how your poem is an allegory about when we are trudging thru the cold, lifeless, uninhabitable parts of life. The ending is what made me think of this in a broader sense, loved that sitting with wetness penetrating the jeans -- brilliant way to say that life is getting to me, sinking into my bones & making me hurt, but I still want to sit there & take it all in! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris]

Calvin with Hobbes... so fitting... so fitting.

I remember so many moments I didn't belong within and still somehow survived a tomorrow.
This is a thought-full flow.