Winter

Those early mornings
it’s so cold outside, the air
freezes the windows
You expect nothing other
than my presence, I expect

only yours. We wait 
for the world to thaw from its
sleep, for the darkness 
to shift so we can see who 
we really are. I say we – 

you’re a cat. Perhaps 
you too have profound thoughts – pause
and purr. Perhaps we
both need a warm miracle
so we can breathe once again.

Rachel David, 2020