Growing Versions

I barely see it. Barely. But I see it.

So much of getting through the winter involves the   h   o   r   i   z   o   n   t   a   l. Sleeping. Getting from point A to B and back again. One step in front of the other. S p r i n g i s a w a k e n i n g t h e v e r t i c a l. Wake up. Look up.

Come on down from the wires and join us in the mud. Pledge to become vapour. Let go of that form and enter another. How can I coax you to cycle through a little faster? Your molecules so want to spread apart. The wind is my accomplice, liberating you from your confinement.