...Winter Sun... poetry by Carole Anzolletti

untethered

swimming in the dark

towards the circlets

of winter sun

ice cold ocean

I am swimming underneath

sheets and layers

of ice and memories

of that same traffic circle

and the house fire

and the dying dog

eating food because

that was all there was

clearing the plate

or else

don't make me

feel guilty

don't keep asking me

to help you

feel something

that is swimming in the dark

towards the circlets

of winter sun