Look below into the cold

remember the old ways

are they now new ways 

swim to the surface

and ask for another chance

before bones freeze

mulish is the thin thought

frozen

too stubborn to dream

swim away

tomorrow's school

vibrates underwater like the fallen stone

or a weighted line

dragging with the rip current

away from shore

impossible to right

Go deeper for the cold reality

all abeyance is in suspension.

ICE FISHING