"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Naked and cold

I’m standing here naked
My nipples hard against the cold
In this place I am exposed


I need some cover: a place to hide
I want a cape to wrap myself in
Something to make me feel warm again


The rain falls cold all round me
Forming muddy puddles at my feet
Showing me where I have been


Tomorrow this ground will be frozen
Making beautiful crystalline patterns for all to see
I must move my unclothed body from here
And look for shelter: from the unforgiving elements


I cannot move, I am paralyzed
I do not want anyone to see me here … naked


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