The waiting.

the room

could be a vacant tomb

an empty box

shipped over ground

from somewhere

beyond the range



and the freezing

sheets are smooth

and vast across

empty miles and miles

of damp and hungry neglect

against her legs



...but a table

is ready and waiting

dust on the dishes

frost on the panes

as and she longs

to glide beneath

winter’s looming

atmospheric change





©9.16.2010 heather brager