winter sky

[Kima]

i sit at the heart of the matter
plans drifting and i never know
the life dripping
drops
drip
down
from the core of me
feed the ground in ways
i am never to touch

i dont even know
what is given to me .

clouds in rain turn to snow
cold as ice on my face
where i am what i am
gods cannot tell no
one and no
thing no
soul
can utter
the crucial words

truth forever recedes into the place just beyond
while i rely on shreds
and strands of disconnected pieces .