Shock absorber

The wilderness
finally reaches into my skull
& my arms stick out
like branches.

I am boiling my brain
to make it keep
until spring
& you are the fire
beneath.

I don't fear the cold
it will contrast me
through,
& I don't fear the dark,
it will blanket.

Life will end
& I used to fret,
(silent and nauseous)
but what is the use
in just waiting to wither?

I am replacing my legs
with feathers.
I am twisting my torso
for better suspension.
I am transposing into something new
& I am born from the ashes
of old.

I feel the breath
of the future, but I see
only the now,
slowly hiding its secrets
& preparing for
hibernation.

There are others like me,
I finally found them.
Their bodies are nervous
& wild.