with cold breath of death
on the back of the neck
retreat into memoried
warmth of the womb
float on thoughts of an
unsteady soft newborn foal
of first opening buds at
an early spring bloom
of the smile that turned
callow boy into man
of the swoon to the surf
synced to beats of the heart
all the sweetness of life
in distraction from fear
to resolve for alacrity
gracefully poised to move on