mid winter blue

no colors,
no spark or shine
presents itself
as you swim
in noon light.
mid winter blue.
unaware of time.
you set no clock
or watch to go
by. you are in
a different place.
on an uncharted
island. you have
too much of
you to handle.
the earth is
white, the sky
is too. no middle
no end. you are
vanilla, without
claws, or tooth.
the unworked day
is strangely
absent, vague
and bland.