Transitions
by kaas baichtal

1.
the first snowflakes cling
to my reaching hands, my mouth
and I weep for joy.

2.
ice and sun blind me
I am sliding, ecstatic
the days are like hours.

3.
my feet find weakness
I cannot breathe, only sink
I stumble, submerged

4.
lying on the bottom
I look up through black water
I dream of blizzards.

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