My fist is a clench
of fire
raised defiantly to snowflakes
rushing at me in swirls and whirls
of attention
as if I am the sole inhabitant
on planet earth.
I rise to the occasion
wrap arms around myself
tighten my collar
and struggle to keep my perspective.
I will not fail to reach
my destination
I will not be deterred from the
vision held close within my heart.
I am strong
I am able
and dancing between the snowflakes
is my song of escape.
© Richard L. Provencher
