At the end of the day we went to see
the setting sun. It was beautiful and quiet
and nothing was going on except
for some horses and a walker
but you were there with me and
we stayed until it was too cold.
The coldest night of the year.
I wonder about the animals. I
think about them all night while
I am warm in bed and the cat
is sleeping on top of me. We wake up
and it is dark and we feed the woodstove
and drink our coffee and wait for the sun
to rise and start a new day. I feed the birds
and breathe the fresh cold air and feel the
hard frozen ground under my feet.

Christine Yurick is the founding editor of Think Journal. Her chapbook At the End of the Day and Other Poems is available from Kelsay Books.