A Little Thaw

A little slush has found its way inside my boots again;
Another brush of cold reminds me, as the gutters drain,
That when my heart was frozen, it hurt no-one, it hurt no-one.
A little thaw has brought me here.

I never knew how streams could talk of mountains in their currents,
And when I though a little heat would surely take me there,
I only learned the way to stick inside your boots, my friend:
A little slush for you to bear.

I want to be a stream and speak of storm drains in my currents.
I want to flow like you and if I flood the dams may tear.
(Though when my heart was frozen, it hurt no-one; that is something
A little thaw may change I fear.)

I wrote this during and after the big flood in the Pacific Northwest in the spring of 1996.

A Song by Alexandre Muñiz, munizao@cyberhighway.net