Tuesday, January 23, 2024


In the frosted 
gloom again

at the knife-edge 
of freezing, 

even the rain 
is starting to rain—
and where 

even the shadows 
will not follow
where you're walking—

the usual tingle 
at the base 
of your neck 

feels less like 
the shiver 
you remember from before 

and more like 
the potent 

that, despite your 
to your grim displeasure—

somewhere far 
away from here 

right now, you're 
being prayed for.