a thin sheet of ice covers everything outside so walking the dog could be dangerous and I will stay under the covers looking out the window as everything sparkles

what if there was a thin sheet of ice covering everything from now until forever and so I could happily stay inside always with all the pressure to fully live removed

whales in the arctic swim in a circle taking turns for air under one break in the ice like sufis slow motion whirling under the one hole all winter long with their big brains capable of complex thought but are they thinking or in a meditative trance no one will ever know

two romanian cousins isolated in their home with tin can lids nailed to the floor in dazzling geometric arrays and colorful tiny polka dots painted on every surface, wall and furniture and homemade beaded curtains hanging all around never to be seen by anyone

cloistered nuns in prayer day after day after day in silence except for beautiful medieval chanting and their realizations, their nirvana dies with their bodies unless of course it is just mundane thoughts of that sister is bugging me but we can imagine the best

the world inside that womans head could free my narrow mind but she will not share it

the world inside my head is covered in a melting sheet of ice so close to letting me feel it all, really feel the sharp, cold air inside outside but with night the sheet refreezes crusting everything immobile