1.17.2005
Cold, so cold.
How do I know that it is cold?
I see it as wisps of snow go scampering across the street to no particular destination.
I see it in the billowing plumes escaping from every chimney and exhaust pipe.
Is this how I know that it is cold?
No.
How do I know that it is cold?
I see it in the desolation, a city become ghost town.
As people huddle inside their houses and apartments.
People who pride themselves on their heartiness,
They are left defeated by the icy blasts raging outside their windows.
Is this how I know that it is cold?
No.
How do I know that it is cold?
I see it in the pavement on the streets, cracking and shrinking away from the chill,
As if the concrete were sentient and aware of the destructive power laying claim to it.
Is this how I know that it is cold?
No.
How do I know that it is cold?
I see it on the frozen field that at one time was a lake.
The motion and energy stolen from the water as it give its life to the winter.
Is this how I know that it is cold?
No.
How do I know that it is cold?
I know it is cold because I am alive, and I can feel,
And right now I am freezing my ass off!
That’s how I know that it is cold!