THE NIGHT AIR IS GETTING CHILL

The night air is getting chill,

so I will get up,

close the window,

silencing the night

that feeds the words,

and walk to the inner foyer

to close the door between

it and the outer foyer,

then make my way

to the kitchen,

flick the lamp on,

make a pot of coffee,

listening to the sound

of the coffee machine

until I can fill

one cup, drinking

it quickly, filling

another, coming

back here

to do something useful,

carrying warmth

in my hands

and in my belly.

13.08.2026