in the blue vast chilling
on the hills covered in white
below my temperatures
dreaming of you
way below zero
I walk or ski or crawl
forward
with black limbs
frostbitten
toes or tongue
ice cube nose
all I came for frozen
to the ground
scents less the sounds echo
so well,
here, in dreaming.
The problem is remembering it all,
when I thaw out.