Though snow 
falls and 
wind dances
words avoid 
staying at
arms length 
like promises
of love 
and in
this igloo 
of quiet 
I huddle 
teeth chattering 
chatting none
not page 
nor book
a day
for soup 

When you do 
something you love 
or whom or
where then you 
become someone whom 
you didn’t expect 
and the same 
holds true whenever 
you do not 

I hmmm
and huh 
but not 
very often 
hmph choosing 
my choice 
over anyone 
else’s idea
just little 
grumpy grunts 
of age

Nary nook
nor cranny 
said mouse
is cheese
just scraps
and bits
of paper 
and secrets
heart food 
hidden here 
not exactly 
enough for 
a mouse

I like vine
tree and root 
no longer depend
but rather find
and patiently discover 
burrowing deep leaving 
the surface waters 
to those reliant 
on the obvious 
in doing so 
anchor myself there
and drink from 
the pure spring 
my souls aquifer