Uncomfortable Enough

It is February cold.
A hard cold. Grey and unforgiving.
The wind is from the Northeast.

You have a home. A place
warm and sufficient. Dry.
You will go back soon. You always do,

But the world is larger than your home
and you are restless. Willing to be raw.
To be uncomfortable enough

to understand.

About this poem

About weather. About the willingness to suffer to understand. About fighting the dark places in our lives and in our world. Life can be a long journey and at times we need to leave the safe places. Poetry is never about one thing.

The city in the photograph is Boston.

Tom