A Poem- for January 

Oxen sized weather
outside. Inside, a glass
of soda water. A page
of ordinary air traced 

with hyaline poetry,
designs evidenced
to afternoon's celsius,
layers of semi gloss 

wakefulness. Word
for word faintly brought
off table's dimension
amidst noonday weight, 

that minikin narrative
of a lamp and the door,
and guesswork cadence
framed by the window.