Thoughts.

Again, I have fallen
into the streams
of a past of frozen
now thawing
thoughts.

Once again they surround me
Breathe in me; with me
and altogether of me
as they lead me
to write

And now, pen in hand
they guide me
without any forethought
to recount them
to use them

So now, dear thoughts
become in me what
you have become
in so many others:
Alive.