it sometimes for half a minute or so
is like finally finding your skin
and putting it on     speeding through fog
cocksure     elemental

the gates scrape behind me
convince myself the beauty
of triangles and circles carved in ice
is one of sassy abstracted angels

rattle and testify until it catches me again
and i'm like that at least inside
and feel i'll never die or always die
tell myself, see

it does happen
you can be that
this creates that
sometimes it happened
and i remember
maybe tomorrow too

but me, i'm not like that     not even
a worm in spring dirt
after a shower

only sometimes


� 2005 by John Eivaz