Like little flags
fluttering in the wind,
ice fishermen
dot the sea.

If ever Jesus
was the ice
fisher of men,
maybe he'd catch me.

The first stanza is really all I had to say, but I wanted to say more. So I go for cutesy cleverness.

At Owen's daycare today the children's families came to play, make bookmarks, eat and relax together. Not one parent said anything to another. I do not understand how people can be in the same room, doing the same things, and not even say "hello". It did not surprise me, but it always amazes me. It's as if the cold has frozen the tongues of these insular folk.