In the heavy dark,
fractals flux and scintillate,
Time disperses, light floods in,
lands drift past, voices resonate, and
warmth cascades and fills all space.
I float, gently on.
Blackness crumbles in the past,
enveloped in ice.
Leaves whirled fast, scraping
in receding currents, to
gather by the oak.
The world was such a wonder.
I doubt I thought how small I was, nor
of my life beyond the fence.
Puddles freeze. Clear ice
is cracked, chipped, then pressed opaque
by new probing toes.