To Feel

Snow Window.

To walk in the snow barefoot is my desire.
It is a question of removing boots and socks.

Or so I think.

The matter is one of settling shivers,
of welcoming the slowing of atoms.

I walk around the block, the snow so deep
shoveling neighbors don't see my empty skin.

I walk around the block and begin again.

I ask how important it is to feel.