For One Second

I could see the fire grow at a frightening pace from the transom over the door

The flames heat the square windows and the slim silver panes nestled in-between

The beckoning colors entrance some reason to leave it all behind me and run

But I'm melting down into sand

For one second I felt awake

I tend not to appreciate this dear old life of mine

Misty hills and muddied fields, a placeholder for my regrets

Every inch of this wintery mess is dredged in steep recovery

I'll get through this I'll say in anxious internal encouragement

But I'm melting down into the dirt below my feet