In this journey

On days like this

It seems impossible

I ever felt cold

Or needed the warmth

Of another soul

Yet in winter’s depths

When oft the lone companion

Is my steamed breath

I ache for heat,

Even if its collapsed in a puddle

Of my own sweat.

Today I dream of icy crevaces

Within the glaciers of my mind

Or better yet a roaring wave

Washing the heat from my skin

Renewing my soul from within.

Yes, that is what I need, the swell.

The wave to hold me up,

Bear me forth,

And have me gasping for breath

Upon arrival on the hot sand.