There is a panic we feel
suddenly waking on a patch of unfamiliar ground.
We are utterly lost for moments
as our memories filter in,
and the walls come into focus.
Then we look down to see the shape of our bodies
through the clouds of breath.
And in the turning light we know
there is some part of us that sleeps
and some part of us that drifts away each night
to hover over the frozen fields.