playful

If I were to write today
I would say
outside our front door
cold winds blow
below zero
inside our house
dusty towels snuggle against our front and back doors
keeping out brother winds skinny fingers
I would share a long
incomplete
grateful for sentence
hot decaf with eggnog, children playing legos, three people in pajamas, one mom under a blanket, Kodo blessing us from a desk top computer, hazelnut chocolate, potato chips, homemade dip, facebook
Open Salon
and how
Monday can
look
just this way for us
I would want to write a poem with no form
then I’d get back to working on a short story that’s been keeping me company night and day, whether I’m sitting with it’s physical being or not