30 Day Poetry Challenge Day 1 - Snapshots

in that small time
between night and day
between winter and spring
i've transformed myself 
into the enter key
thinking how i used 
to be return

and i've made my feet stop
in a park made of concrete
as the drones go buzzing by
the chill highlights my breath
as it leaves my lungs
like words too soft to whisper
in a language known only to those
on the way to someplace else