winter chill

a winter chill takes time to thaw
frozen state is unconscious
a chance meeting can leave one breathless
but reaction is motion is life is pure
a word a look an act a neck
can take you back out to the world again
so contact that sphere
talk to that bird
paint on the board
leave it suspended
over ice-caps and train lines
climb limstone, see grapevines
and never wonder why you are so alone
as that old friend can care
your actions make stairs