curled up,
sleeping soundly
inside of me,
snoozing
during the
noisy holiday season,
stretching
ever so slightly
during the
January thaw,
poking its
ears up at the sound
of rustling
seed catalogs
then
drifting back to sleep
until
jostled awake by the
curious
inquiring if any new words
were sunning
out on the bright
white
surfaces of sheets
of paper, or
if
there would be
6 more weeks
of silence
