Oh, pass me by, I said, completely stilted and sniffing in the cold.
My ice hands were melting inside my warm jeans, I absently craved coffee.
What would become of my walk today?
A traffic jam had me held up and I couldn't get through.
I had been walking each morning, like an elephant I could not forget.
I was realizing that computers were not altars
and I really shouldn't be sacrificing my eyes and time to them
like I was killing goats before Passover, or whatever is happening these days.
The world is a huge mess, a basket of hornets
wrapped up in wool and about to burn.
Can you even imagine a soldier's life?
I toughen myself as I pull my jeans on over my leggings.
It will be cold out.
But I go.