Open, Open (revised)

Sitting inside by the door

A corner where I see

Everything

Outside

Clouds disperse

Windshields collect mist

Sparkling faintly in the headlights

See me wandering

Heavy pants and unlaced boots

Hands growing cold

Breath fogging in the red of traffic

Waiting for the light to change

Winter is setting in

I’m thinking of rain

Passing storefronts, their bright windows

Watch the signs flash

Open

Open

O P E N

Open

When people ask if I have a jacket

It’s a bitter edge to the wind they feel

But I only forgot to bring it

I do get cold, like everyone else

And now my house

A place to be

Like every place I’ve ever been

Looking out the highest window

The rain returns