when i come around

Trying to sink my belly button into my spine
So it will settle into place.
Summer wraps around me, around my hips.
But the skiddish cold afternoons hold brittle fingertips in place
Hold internal lessons in the bottom of tea mugs
And in the bottom of hearts that hibernate.
I’ll go walking for you, cold weather
Taking the long way around
When I knock on your window again,
dusting off a peephole,
I’ll bring the tea.
July 9nth 2005