Ski Reality

powder power pulls
relentlessly through the snow
bringing us to light

not what i had planned
(before we were so broken)
yet bright, all the same

Fluffy. Light. Mine.

why, yes, i bought cups
to go with my nespresso
(luxury at home)

our symbolic cat
sitting by his empty plate
waiting for his love

always the baker
coming up with concoctions 
to sweeten our lives

just a year ago
i taught my boy how to ski.
(he learned in one day)

i search for the moon
early in the day; not night
how it shines so bright

world reflected
with wooden beams, windy view
and skis. always skis.

this is my slipper

this puzzle box is my home

(happiness. cat style.)

quarantine café
ready for any work day
(insomniac’s dream)

trapped behind two masks, 
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.