9

When day favors gloom 
Both in the pallid tufts of condensed cloud 
And those gray tinted glasses which shroud my eyes, 
I  
 close those eyes  
    and walk away. 
I find my way to that sunlit room. 
Its  
 panoramic views 
Of beryl-hued conifers 
Soaked  
 in buttery light, 
I go there. 

When day favors heat 
Acrid iron is left in my mouth by a blistering sun 
And its sweltering heart is a constant clench at my throat, 
I part my mouth  
   and breathe. 
I allow myself in that soothing space. 
Cool water calms  
   my face, 
With a winding current down my spine,  
A palate cleanse to  
   this tender wound, 
I go there. 

When night favors snow 
A hard sting of falling flakes meets skin 
Sharpened crystals bully the air out of my lungs, 
I cling to  
  myself  
    and thaw. 
Until I find that warming refuge. 
Smells of  
  bleached tropical shores, 
Lapping blue foam over briny grains, 
Beading sweat  
   that tastes like  
      the sea, 
I go there. 

Victoria Bozinovski
I go there

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10

When night favors storms 
The wild drumming of overfed droplets on panes 
And a thunderous beating strains my ears, 
I let those sounds be  
    drowned. 
I search for that hearty place. 
The crackle of  
   book paper 
And the eager pop of the fireplace  
Mingle and  
  chatter like friends, 
I go there.