Job interviews all morning
I am tired, so I retire

I leave the hotel
And runwalk through
15 below windchill
To the little restaurant
My face stings as I run

Quiet conversation
With the lovely waitress

Steam rises from my shabu shabu
                    And vanishes

I take the taxi
To the museum of fine arts
To view the portraits
Of John Singer Sargent
(Yes, Catteleya, they are beautiful indeed)

Late in the evening
I begin my winterwalk home

But first I stand outside
The museum
For 37 seconds in silence

And I Appeal to the Great Spirit.