Por Joe

Outside the wind

howls

and snow drifts 

pile high against the cabin—

this cold, arctic night

trapping me in,

laying siege

to my log fortress.

So I turn my thoughts toward dinner:

An omelet sounds good—

with a side of bacon.

I toss a couple strips on the pan 

and watch them sizzle I

n their fat.

I start to put the rest

away, but—

Oh what the heck.

Sitting on the couch

with my eggs

and a pound of bacon

and NCIS on the TV screen,

I hit 

'play all.'

And lifting my glass 

filled with box wine

from the frig 

I raise a toast

to a good friend.