Who Called Me Here?

Who Called Me Here?

Dec 27, 2018

jp

I awake abruptly, negative dreams – short circuiting.

Open my eyes to tender moonlight

Filtering through the cabin’s window panes.

I gently slide out from my thick covers

And, creaking, climb my way down the ladder

My naked toes to the cold wooden floor.

Soft static in my ears as I pull on a sweater.

A slight swush as I slide my feet into felt lined boots.

Come dog, I call, and together we step out

Into dry nasal pinching frozen clear brilliant darkness,

Fresh crystal snow crunches under my weight.

I stop.

The dog stops.

My skin tingles.

Star dust diamonds scattered everywhere all around us and through the arching sky above.

Who called me here?