Here’s the flashing cursor staring at me

Beckoning

My mind is blank

Really, an answered prayer

Heater on my feet

A stark contrast to the winter air

Just outside it also calls

My running shoes are itching, over there against the wall

My stomach growls

The coffee kicks in

I type a poem

And then

I move toward my running shoes

My body accepts this as good news

Out into the cold

Morning run

Breath in my lungs

Movement in my legs

Outside, peace

No sound

Clear head

The frigid air is so blunt

A written piece down

Moon and stars still out

Meeting You

Is everything I could ever want