from my skull
in the middle of November
fearing the necessity of
a bathing suit
on Thanksgiving Day
I lunged into
Red Lodge, Montana
twenty years past
the Rockies
deep
in summer snowdrifts
and even the pure gift of
a brief blizzard
the flying ice-crystals
catapulting
my ragged soul
into bliss.
dare I say it—
the happiest moment
of my life.
Charles Chaim Wax
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-sweat-poured/
