before i rest what's tired

the windows

left

open over night

leaves

the house cold

when coming home.

it feels as

if might snow

in here

at any moment.

the sink

is dripping ice.

i throw another

blanket onto the bed.

another

long onto the fire,

the kettle

whistles,

bread rises in the oven.

more wood

to chop

before the sun goes down,

before

i lie down, before i rest

what's tired.