Three Degree Immediacy
Here is a throwback to last January for those of you who thought the teens were cold.
Get moving again.
Now.
Ok, that's better.
Gloves are on,
but hands are cold.
Stop.
Change to mittens.
Good.
Now move again.
Great!
Buckets are solid,
frozen.
She never finished drinking.
More blocks of ice.
Move again.
I'll haul them down
to thaw by stove.
Need more empties.
None in hay shed.
None in root cellar.
None in barn.
Keep moving.
Check that out!
They all blew
over to Lester's.
Under the barbed wire.
Ouch! My hair!
No time to untangle.
Keep moving.
Don't wait.
Alright,
I'll count,
then pull.
1,2,3...Argh!
Move again.
Rescue buckets
from fun briar patch.
Back to fence.
Roll under,
hair tucked.
Go, go, go!
Move!
Find a place in the branch
thin enough to break.
Feet in frigid flow,
filling buckets
freezes toes.
Mittens get wet.
Move.
Carrying two buckets
easier than one.
It's the balance.
Keep moving.
Stand while she drinks.
No,
Jump up and down!
Lose feeling in fingers.
Can't lift frozen buckets.
I'll get them later.
Run to house.