what I feel to be snowed in (ten inches in twenty hours) is relief, I’m grateful for everything I cannot do — drive out into the greater world meet others, satisfy needs all these are denied me I’m inside, warm & dry the cats asleep for another day & night, nothing to watch through iced-over glass, squirrels & birds hunkered wherever they hunker when snow covers all my red car is white my white house nearly disappears, the moon slings long shadows of tall trees morning’s rays will melt what’s frozen, woo what hides stiff limbed, blurry eyed bundled up (snow pants fat parka) I’ll shovel (sate my urge to move about) even without somewhere to go someone to see beyond these forms caged in crystal — time to set us free