setting goals

adrift on a sea of snow
and ice,
your boots crunch only inches in,
your legs tire from
the methodical stomp
of toe to heel,
the slipping
and awkward spread of arms
to keep your
precarious balance.
you're sweating under the wraps
of cotton and polyester,
the hoods, and gloves,
the scarf that swings
in the wind.
you just want to get coffee
and yet
the world is so difficult
sometimes. you have all day
though, you'll get there
by noon, it's good to
have goals in life.