With ice, the storm is frozen,                                         

thunder chained, lightning zippered.
I run my fingers across the smooth lake surface.
You think I'm testing it for skates.
But no, I'm feeling for the power invested
in these suffocating chunks
of water molecules jammed so tight
that what they harbor chills the fingers
'til they bum.
The clear blue sky is a veil.
The stillness of the wind
is just a violent secret anxious to be told.
Even the calm and carefree people
in the scene have been angry before,
will be angry again.
You hug me but not like my body hugs me.