Below Zero

True cold has a dense 
power. I need to 
name it; a new substance 
composed of inertia 
and fear molecules. 
No longer 

floating, spontaneous
but an almost still, 
invisible
force changing us.

We do as ordered, 
using our made defenses 
of coats and hats. We 
retreat, hunched in 

subservience, 
to our homes. Inside, 
we listen to the animal 
instinct pairing safe 
with known and peace 
with hidden.