I wrote under the cold sun
As it desperately tried to thaw my icy veins,
And exhaled visibility
Into the mess of smoke rings and water vapor.
I refused to wear a jacket
Because all I’ve ever wanted was to feel
The ice fuse with my skin
So I could finally experience my fifth sense,
Rather than all of winter’s melancholic thoughts
That seemed to swirl like flurries in my head
About slippery roads and cherry flavored snow
And how everything and everyone seemed to drop
With the temperature
And the overly-lit ball.
It’s only the middle of winter,
But the start of the New Year,
And yet nothing has changed:
The sun still shines,
The people still talk,
And I am still bitterly cold.
Senior Nikki McComiskey is the 2014-2015 Poet Laureate. She is a leader for the Gay-Straight Alliance and plays Varsity volleyball and softball.