Still
Your cold fists scrunch tufts of hair into birds nests
But now It’s time to go
Just put on your shoes
One at a time
Bite the skin on your lips
Give your fingers time to breath
Now put on that bag of artefacts
I feels heavier than before
Glance down and down
Further than that
Until the core of the earth can see you
Until it stares back
Can you hear it yet?
The groaning and the wheezing
The rumble and the racket
Your steed is here
Two steps too close
See the blur and the squabble
Cross your fingers in your pocket
And hope to breathe
Stand tall, don’t topple
Look past it, that’s far enough
Hand on heart, feel it beat
Remember that it’s there.