After the back of my skull
had a swift and passionate meeting with the ice,
I was of two minds.
My human mind:
I’m so glad nobody saw that.
My forest mind:
I wish I could feel this snow falling on my face forever.
My human mind:
That means I can just lie here a while.
My forest mind:
That means I can just lie here a while.
And so I did, softness slowly covering
everything that was broken.
I’m okay, really! But this poem is late because I fell and thwacked my head, and was trying to avoid screens in case of a concussion. That’ll teach me to rush out the door without taking the time to put on my spikes.