Day 20

meditate on ice and cold, carrying enough warmth
in your pockets to carry you into the next work day.

For now, wait on the sun, the days to grow long and long
trying not to think how hot July will be

Day 21

there’s intercession waiting: the ice
just one more layer of thin skin

a temporary smothering here, supposing
the creation of air out of icicles clinging to the hull

pondering life as a form of evaporation
listening for the first hint of the skin cracking

Day 22

soak in a bit of the sun, debate with yourself
over which of the household chores

need avoiding. stick to decaf
aspire to be more like the dogs napping

while refusing to give over the whole of the day
to sleep and to the night that stands waiting