FallingAwake2

Snow

A fine-toothed comb 

Runs through my being 

Neuron knots de-conditioning

Liberating, freeing

 

My cells zing to life 

Thought chains unbroken 

So interesting, so possible

My being’s woken

 

With every new sip 

Stewing thoughts release 

Visceral knots untwist, unturn 

Increasing heart beats 

 

Skipping down the trails

I’m hoping it snows

I feel my insides untangle

No longer enclosed.