Reading David Hickey's first book of poetry, In the Lights of a Midnight Plow, has definitely been a pleasure. While in the midst of writing a review of same, I thought I'd share one of the poems from this collection.

Evenings by David Hickey

I want two mornings a day.
-- Marlene Cookshaw

I want two evenings a day, overlapping
like blankets on a couch, and for it
not to matter which I find myself under,

the stars being more or less the same
when it's time to shovel the walk.

Two evenings to watch salt eat away
at the pavement, the packed snow,
for the dog to warm its head a bit longer

in the dryer's grey fume, for water
to boil on the stove and the kettle's slow

come-on: for steam to fill an empty
house, for kitchen chairs to sit
around the table in silence, and for

the moon, rehearsing itself in the window,
to gather such frost in the dark.

I was definitely hooked by the time I got to "the kettle's slow // come-on"! And so atmospheric, those last two lines.