Walked-On Wood

Last night you were running errands with dad, in his car

Tied the ropes round the fence

And saved a ewe flipped on her back

Come morning, the house was full of strangers

You stood out, like knots on old, walked-on wood

One bumped off the ladder

Another moves a rung

I can feel the summer in this current

Behind your shoulders, he looms

What can you say?

When winter is lodged in your throat