on a snowy night
we look out of the dark window
and watch as the clouds
turn grass into sky
my sweater is too thick
in front of the fire
and your hands add log after log
so it could burn until the hours
are no longer black
far below us, city lights blink
a small child slips on ice
and cries for her mother
a bus driver honks his horn
at a pregnant woman running through the street
she pulls her coat across her stomach and keeps running
in a courtroom
one lawyer yells at another
until they forget what they are yelling
about
but in this house
perched at the very top of a mountain
we hear nothing
but our own gentle breath
and the silence of snowfall
