in a wind marked daylight
(I have touched a fraction of your face)
there are live clothing points
along the line
and when it rains
(I deem midnight to be a trace of some imaginary winter)
solace comes in physical ways
the house (the fire within
the house)
parched-seeming window glass
loose-fitting makes percussive
answers to the storm
(one moment at a time)
the way we live to overcome