Ordinary Hours

Firelight looks through the window,

watching for me to come home

to herbal tea and books and dogs.

Yet here I am in freezing cold

to slog through snow

so I can reach a door that’s

always locked.

It’s best that I stay warm and dry

and love the lonely hours

when miracles, those tiny things

like herbal tea and books and dogs

miss me when I’m gone.

published in Write Under the Moon