Charging the phone,
keeping the windows open.

The cold air, the light snow.
First coverage of the season,
and it won’t last long into tomorrow.

The phone not ringing this late:
both a bad and a good thing. It’s waiting,

and I’m waiting for the snow to fall and then melt.
I keep the windows open a crack.  Might
hear a person calling

from out in the snow, where sound gets crisp
and carries far.  Phone’s on, windows are open:

it’s cold, snowing, and the night
is breathless.  I’m huddled here waiting
for something, someone.  A good thing.