I took my head from off the glass,
My nose plastered at an unatural point,
I take a deep breath and swallow,
The ice crystals forming on my eyelashes.
I keep my head up, and after class,
I sift my fingers through little lumps of laundry lint.
They take a step, and I follow;
Eyes focused, while in passing.
Our shadows cross, and I turn my head,
I put my foot down, ahead and intent,
As debris leftover collects below;
I wish I had kept my head down.