Solo

Eclipsed by sudden darkness,
Distant calls of the wild denounce feelings of hope.

Efforts to move lay stunned, stricken by fear.

Wind became breath yet burned passing through.

Thoughts melted with the final sun.

Lingering pain dismissed as numbing relief set in.

Distant calls now surround me.

Their breath deludes mindless conviction.

My comatose camouflages
the slight flow of blood within.

The wild perched as I fought for another moment,
only I have lost track of moments.

Surely, the brief hibernation of the sun would wash over me if I held on.

Fine alpaca insulation covered by stiff cruelled wool of bison
under the fine fur of fox, no longer served it’s purpose.  

How do these amazing creatures manage in solo?

I must.

Only the heavy blanket of ice and snow stilled the cutting wind.

The mirage of a sliver caught my ice laden eye.

My strength had seeped deep within the earth
and could not be summoned.

Which Savior do I wish?
I have no wish, I have succumbed.