Strange Weather

The sky is so cloudy;
The houses look so bleak.
Everyone is rushing to get to warm shelter.

This woman I see loses her scarf
As she holds on tight
To the only things she owns
In her carriage.

I don’t feel alone;
I feel alive all of a sudden.
I jump and leap to get something
That means so much
To help her sleep,
Or help her keep warm.

Maybe she found it in a barrel;
Maybe it was her husband’s.
Lost.
But all I know is that I chased it
And brought it back to her.

And all of a sudden,
When we looked at each other,
We weren’t cold anymore.

J.G. 1/9/07