General Awareness

A Poem

I gave in
not sure what I was hoping for
the distilled clarity
of the sky at 5 a.m. and challenged
the lot of you to come up
with something better
I feel, I think
some cold coming from the foot
up
then escaping to the edge
of my fingers
the solitude of rings
growing voices in the absence
of other sounds
The complexity of your commitment
towns down the highway
open doors to stare at, and to be
discomfited by the blaze…