Well then here goes my creative burst for today.


Just a child looking
through a frosty pane.
Does his outside world
appear distorted?
Or can he enjoy
this thick haziness,
obscuring the white
brightness.
Is he trying to
scrape away that
which confines him?
Or is this his
interpretation
of winter etched in
the morning ice?
Pyjama less in sub
zero temperatures.
Does he enjoy the chill
prickling his skin?
The freedom of unrestricted
nakedness. Will he breathe
on the glass and manage
to melt a hole, big enough
to spy through?
Or is he indeed
just a child trapped
forever in time?