working on plan B
I hadn’t thought things through
how to get from one place
to the next
it’s cold outside so I start
a fire inside
put a few ice cubes
in a rocks glass
reach for what’s left
of a fifth of jack
by this time I’m supposed to be
somewhere else
where the sun shines
both night and day
but somehow I got stuck here in iowa
where fair-weather men and women
easily come and easily go
I’ve got enough wood to last
another lifetime and a half
but oh how I love
how it talks to me when well lit
coaxing me to get up and dance
suggesting almost jokingly
this may be the last waltz
I put down the whiskey
and pour another
chuckling inwardly how it’s
going to take an act of god
to get anything melting around here
anytime soon
february two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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You make me wonder if God could have been a theater-arts major.
The fourth stanza is my favorite.
That’s quite the possibility! Thank you for your comments, Shawna.
Love the expression of how the fire rejuvenates, fills you up with hope, energy to continue and warmth…love a fire when lit as well.
hello Dorianna and many thanks for visiting my poetry blog and commenting on this piece xo
“I’ve got enough wood to last
another lifetime and a half
but oh how I love
how it talks to me when well lit”
oh, yes i agree and the smell of burning firewood is intoxicating
that’s for sure!