Persistence Poem | Dustin Masker

And on the first day, I finally got some food. 

I woke up early to that white sky. 

I showered; I flossed a little, just like

How they say, and just like how they say,

It felt good to be doing it all of that, I mean:

The small things, as well as the big ones.

My clothes where clean, hanging up there,

I threw some on, they smelt of today; 

I really could smell it, the whole dresser and today 

Just like that

It was snowing for the first time, so I stared

At it falling. I didn’t turn the light on, I liked things

As they were: with my room lit up, in this beautiful quiet

And sterile gray,

The way winter sometimes does it

How the weight of the snow is sometimes so crushing,

All of the ashen waste of a crumbling unknown thing,

How it sometimes washes over, the cold and the time

The snow melting upon my lip

And from what I thought my busted breast I learned

A warmth so fervent still runneth over