Poem 28: March First, Evening

Lumps of snow outside my car window glint
like sugar. Beyond the garage I see
Orion's belt, disrobed of clouds.
On the radio, a piano clinks through a ballad
like an empty glass at a hotel bar.
The groceries in the seat beside me
were midweek necessities: dog food,
coffee, dish detergent. Lights off,
I wait a moment. Not too long.
Home will reclaim me soon enough.