Bungee jumping
It took a while for the winter days to catch up with me.
The accumulation of cold and dark
Like some potent drug
Building in my veins
Even as the brilliant afternoon sun gains strength
I nod and yawn
And by evening
When the sky still holds a little light
Lethargy weighs me down like a diver's lead belt
I am not unlike the planet,
Cooling down for months after the sun has retreated
And begun to advance again
What was resilience,
An orderly descent into dark
Is now a plummeting helplessness,
Free fall against the rise of light and warmth
I hope, with the torpid inaction
Of a freezing or drowning soul,
That the cord to which I am clipped
Will grow taut and catapult me up
Into spring,
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