365 Poems – 179 Dreaming In Sea Ice (Rough First Draft)
Dreaming In Sea Ice
It would seem your memories
of me have no stem. I ask what
we did yesterday, you answer
with a couple of blinks.
I always think perhaps kissing
will make things better.
But your feet are always pointing
in the wrong direction. My mouth
always meets the back of your head.
I’m still dreaming in frost, glaciers
and sea ice, when you tell me your blood
is confused, and not used to being cold.
That my desire for a far northern home
is an echo of death.
You tell me my hopes are nothing
but a thick vein of stars, and suddenly,
you no longer thrill me with your
light-speed ideas or second chances.
I will venture to the far north, where snow,
stronger than the sun, will release
and soften these tight wounds.