Ice Blue Dreams

Ice-crusted wind whistling through the canyons
snarling into corners, snuffling up to the window panes.
Brown sugar frozen on the ginger bread houses
daydreams cringing at the Grimm realities
lost among the dead ends of the mind.

Day cracks open, crunching, pounding,
dressed in winter blue.
Oh, what a Blue!
Shall I take that crystal daylight bait?
Why risk that wrenching heartache one more time?
Why not harken back to childish satisfactions?

I am a lake fish trapped and flapping under frozen water.
Free me! I am in a small space too young to die.
Or am I creeping paw by paw above the fragile ice
that holds me up from freezing?
Inside out and upside down
I trace my way along the membranes of reality.

Central Park, Post Nemo