winding

i am frost-bitten upon realizing that
suddenly the diaphragm
refuses to cough out any more air:
(at least not this happy,
not this cold).
at least not now, not anymore.
with vapours on me,
i know that the winds were once here

the tide you are in

perhaps it is time to open your eyes
and watch the fishes
that are your lighthouses
go by;
and then you will know
that you haven't
really been dry, even when this
human tide arrests itself
in masks of
4-ply

living is about

living is about

being able to offer

everything in one second,

and nothing

the very next.