Radiator
By Connie Wanek
Mittens are drying on the radiator,
boots nearby, one on its side.
Like some monstrous segmented insect
the radiator elongates under the window.
Or it is a beast with many shoulders
domesticated in the Ice Age.
How many years it takes
to move from room to room!
Some cage their radiators
but this is unnecessary
as they have little desire to escape.
Like turtles they are quite self-contained.
If they seem sad, it is only the same sadness
we all feel, unlovely, growing slowly cold.
Copyright Credit: Reprinted from Bonfire, New Rivers Press, 1997, by permission of the author. Copyright © 1997 by Connie Wanek. Her most recent book is Hartley Field, from Holy Cow! Press.
Source: Bonfire (New Rivers Press, 1997)