2007/cold

Another cold morning.
Our foolish cat waits
inside the French doors
to go out.
The ink in my pen dries up,
I wait too long to drink my tea,
the second law of thermodynamics
has at it.
I’m hungry early this morning
and find it hard to wait
the requisite hour
between pill and food.
Fingers frigid and stiff,
the ink in my pen
dried up.

1/22/07