The sun in late January
Sparkling on the snow
It’s brighter than July
Run to the park
Down the hill
Up the hill
Home again
Anxiety looks like a spider
Drenched in black ink
Flailing against the wall
I leave it behind
In labored breath
In muscles straining
The room gets wide
It’s just a little spider
Until the walls close in
Its legs twitch, crick, stain the floor
And I search for sun again
With Love,
Natalie