in the gap between seasons
in this absence of time
in the soft quiet of snow days
of moments paused
of the choice we make between
embracing the lull or railing against it
I am not at rest
it’s been too long
we all know that
once the world starts
like an car, revving and sputtering
emerging with a quiet hum
the warm engine purring
I might move forward
I won’t know
all the things I’ve forgotten
I won’t feel bad
that the horizon is gone
no longer centered
in my field of vision
the soft pink glow
of the sunrise
I’ll hardly miss it