Into my hemisphere
And I feel something missing
Something that was lost in the winter
That fell from my heart like teardrops
I imagine the green and I exhilarate
Over the possibility
Of having fewer imperfections this time
Though the imperfections are the most
Sun-drenched parts of me that poke through the soil
I became brittle in the cold
But as loved ones
Melt off me like icicles on the Ides of March
I can feel my fingers
One more cold blast from the angry Siberian prisoners
As a shivering fugitive, I’m stronger.
Fascinated by the who-I-am that I hadn’t noticed before.
I begin to see myself and
I begin to disappear
As my vision improves, I become blind.
Time that I wasted. Time that I survived.
The roughly etched tally
Is still on the wall.
Even as I walk free.
And the escape
Scares me and makes me giddy
To be free
To have seen the drama and the plot unfolding
Like a napkin
In the cafeteria
That was thrown away after cleaning up the mess.