Salt Lake

you stepped outside
winter breeze in your smile
and typically looked down

among the vast creek of wintertime

and the plains move so slowly
as the night grows old
while you shiver and look down

into the dark underground

its just like you
to never look up at the vast sky
to ever see what is around you

but look down
at the superficial shadows and reflections
of unidentified things

while the valley stirs restlessly
and the wind ripples across the skylit grass;
a wild train of thoughts

near the cold water
as you shiver
and i never found a way there

into the coldness of your mind
of the saltwater lake
the never changing restlessness