go sit by the fire

we shake

the snow off us,

brush

it from our hair,

and remove our coats.

we go sit

by the fire.

we have things to talk about.

decisions to

be made.

but we get lost in

the flames.

the crackle

and comfort of heat,

tired from

the walk,

we set our boots aside.

we say nothing. 

as we so often do.

it can wait.

once more, 

it can wait.