Poem for Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Cathexis

I.

Freud said Besetzung--an occupation, a
taking possession of. I am no psychologist, but
I am inclined to agree.

II.

All winter you have made it your mission
to keep the ground purely white. You sigh when
you see frozen heaps of ashes. You cringe
at the sight of crow's blood smeared against
the snow in tiny flecks.

III.

You never tell me about any of your childhood
memories.

IV.

When the snow melts here, it takes part
of the ground with it. When the next snow comes,
the cycle repeats. It is beautiful. It is meta-
chemical.

V.

You make it your mission to wake up with
the sun to see if it will pierce through the fog.
You drink your coffee while the sky is
aflame. All winter you do this.