It's late

The cat sleeps beside me

Anna just went to bed upstairs

We just brought in three snowy horses
from the snowy pastures

They appeared out of the darkness and the snowy gusts
like three Spirits of the Night,
desiring the peace of the stable
and their individual box stalls,
where we brushed the snow off them

The wind picks up outside

I hear it rumble 'round the houses,
it's dark voice unintelligble but convincing,
soon midnight

I'm watching the movie Worth on TV,
dealing with the deliberations for compensation
after 9/11

I remember that day
I was at work at the police station,
thought it was a small private plane at first

Now I'm the only one awake in the house;
two souls asleep;
a woman, a cat