LET THE GRINDING COMMENCE

Give me a touch stone please, whatever that is.

This situation is a struggle. Make something out of nothing the weather says.

Summon that life saving energy to drag yourself up over the precipice; 

the wind howls this message in our faces. 

Flecked with ice particles we brush ourselves down

And  stare at the hollows of left behind slush; shivering to wonder where

The time has gone. 

Kids jolt us back into the present moment. 

That precise moment happening now. 

The blood pressure apex ; the in and out of breath, the clear 

pathway to the lungs that really is the only thing worth worrying about.