Cold Morning
Kirby Chiu McCrea
On a walk with my family I saw a basket
Floating on the beautiful blue waters of the lake
A tiny head pokes out
My brother!
I run to him and he gurgles happily,
Clutching my hand softly
Walking back with him, the lake does not make me wet,
His warm smile dries me
I cry out to my family
Why do they not hear?
My eyes open
I am awake.