Sailing Away

I dreamed I didn't have to be
cold again.
I could leave
cut the ties that keep me here.
Clean up a little every day
get rid of my clutter
methodically, carefully
so no one would know my plans.

And then I could
slip away
like a ship pulling out of harbor
guided by the light of the moon
anchor already on board
sailing to some distant land
where I didn't have to be
cold again.