After A Thirteen Hour Day

The stillness is harsh and thick
after a long day in the office
blustering around the slippery edges
of balancing priorities.

This is a time skinny with needs
and strikes my panicked mind
with too much to do
and not enough of anything
to make it easy.

There is frostbite on the toes
of my morning meditations
that have often been the hearty relief
for this darkness of rationed breathing.

My teeth chatter
under the covers.
I cannot get the heat to rise
from cold ashes
and the wind
is still howling
for more.