Three full-on winter days
On the cold-wind, monotony yard
Feeding cold blue flames
With colder fuels.
Need to check out
My options …
Heading down the grey brick road
Heading to red sunset salvation dreams:
A place in the lottery queue;
Chance to compare journeys, calendars, champions, clocks;
Chance to find pattern and rhyme in random lines and concrete blocks.
Breathe shiver-deep, consider the numbers and companions that
Got us here, the histories that come together now –
In these magical moments …
Sometimes in order to see ahead more clearly
We have to look, hard and long over shoulders:
Chance of a ticket to be there
When we get to face the glory trials,
Stand on the way that other followers have stood
Ready to paint the next steps: red of course!