Sarahmouse

When it snows
sit by a window.
Watch as the fluff
spins and swirls. 
Speeds up and slows down.
Sit in your
warm house.
Imagine.
How closed off 
you are.
How safe.
How untouchable.
You are snow globe.
The little people
stuck in a story.
The happy
smiling faces.
From the children’s
tales you once told.
The snow speeds up.
Some child must
be telling the same stories.
The snow slows down.
Maybe the child is board.
They put you down,
walked away.
Sit by a window.
So someday,
someone,
takes notice.
Someday,
the snow will swirl again.