Hinge

I get up to let the dog out
And a feeling of balance and
Insight just settles for
A brief moment and my
Body lifts away from terra firma,
Snow-covered and slippery,
As I watch some snowflakes
Sift down in the lumens of the
Porch light
Pinwheeling, slow and lovely,
And I turn back into space lit
By candles, waiting for him to
Wake from a rough day, each
Brand new, and
We go on.