Invincible

Invincible

How about that moment, dark at night
when you come out of your house
(where there’s a pot of stew bubbling
and steaming coziness on the stove)
and you step into the outside air
and its minus ten and the sky is clear
so the stars are pin-bright, the moon
milky and the trees crack with ice?
There’s that instant when you sense
you’re invincible because you’re still
furnace-warm in your chest and cheeks,
and the freeze hasn’t pinched your legs yet.

That’s the moment when you’re most alive.