Poetry: On Forgetting a Jacket

I am so cold!

My memory!

Of the islands!

Can barely save me!

My soul can’t reach around!

To warm my skin!

Joy only exists in history!

I am history!

The sun is prehistoric!

What is time up to?

Today alone is radiant!

If I’d only put on a jacket!

But, no!

I wore none!

-- and I feel it all!

So I’d rather be cold!

Than being oblivious!

Of what I used to have!

And what I cannot fight!

What is time up to?

I can’t help having a body!

That’s for sure!

But to answer that question!

I say!

Take off your jacket!

And you will know!