i
i feel you
slowing my steps
the heaviness in my feet
the spinning of the wheels
the up and down it must
create threads of a different kind
i feel you
striking my face
the numbness on my cheeks
from wind absorbed by my skin
like the pointillistic marks
of a Sunday in a different park
i feel you
crinkling my eyes
the little lines made by muscles
behind my feigned incognito
in spite of the surrounding greyness
you foil my best undercover attempts
winter, your intrepidity
is to be admired