it is cold today;
inside, squash and garlic roast
warm house, divine smells

home is sweet indeed
when you return, tired, hungry,
and needing some rest

Arthur C. Danto, Posture of Contemplation

I sit, lost in thought,
wonder where the day brings me
I’ve no idea

the cold has an edge
it’s sharp; it chills to the bone
can’t seem to get warm

scattered, unfocused
intensely focused, distant
distracted, unstrung