She sits curled up with her feet tucked under
-a notebook on her knee-
Her hair wraps around her neck warms up
as the rain streams down outside.
Pen scribbles words, the dryer clicks and the
gold light fills the room
The day quiets down from a week that’s thick
with commitments and time and kids.
A friend might come if the rain calms down
But for now it obscures the mountains in the clouds
And she sits and she waits and she nibbles and sips
enjoys the hail and the drips that keep her inside
with a book and a beer and her jeans that are ripped
#stolenmoments #poetry #solitude