gotta stop and think all the things that i am holding
on to. this is a winter poem, cold and dark
with the hope of a Friday night
it’s hard to get to this point
hope in the winter time
the cold whiteness is a death in nature,
cold struggles with my your body,
my birthday is in winter, and Christmas is not far away
you can’t live, don’t wanna die, this moment
and the sky is pregnant with winter storms
what will happen in the future, what happened in the past
don’t matter now, there is this moment
should you bet the house at the crap table of the casino of life?
you know, really live while you are in your body?
right now, this urgent moment