Appreciate that warm spot:
helps to navigate in the dark.
Windows now striped with dry moonlight.
The kettle didn’t take this long before.
Thank god there’s milk in here:
no idea what’s out there. No way.
A drum roll from the kettle,
then a noise from the porch.
Frozen feet, frozen thoughts, frozen body.
Slowly slowly heat conducts from warm tiles.
Thaws fear.
Peep through mottled glass in door.
Drums stop, and click.
Heave door open and squint in.
Still nothing, but a fridge magnet
on the floor.
