Cathy Nickola
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Because in my bed we must linger
Because it is night, or afternoon but a hiccup
Because we cocoon, we feign
Because the power will fail, but I have a candle
Because the cats sleep
Because flannelled I am safe, & after listing my troubles, I can blame the weather
Because no one visits, but neighbors wave from behind the drifts
Because I can see my footsteps circling back toward the door
Because in these tasseled mukluks my feet are a different country
Because they are sudden strangers, my bare toes
Because I am of the tribe of Demeter
Because soon is the Solstice, the time of maximum tilt
Because no one here is sure-footed, because
We shiver, we do.
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