the saturday after thanksgiving
4:59 pm the sun is setting
and I am looking at the dame light in the cold winter sky
that I saw this morning as I had coffee very early
in the dining room by myself
(and) watched the reflection of the light
in the window of my neighbor’s kitchen’
then it was the sun raising in the cold winter sky
now it is the sun setting in the cold winter sky
but the light is the same fleeting and grey and cold,
in the morning fading from blackness to more light in the evening
fading to yellow lights in houses,
and passing car lights
the house is also cold in pockets,
reflecting the coldness of the winter night sky.
but I dress warm in Luc’s large jeans
and rich’s warm sweater
my precious haircut
and all the materials I can get my hands on
about women writers in the early 1800’s in Germany.
happy in having time to read
and warm clothes to wear
and foods to eat.
“Our language is our lived life. I have invented mine myself.” Rahel Varnhagen