Snowbound Poem by Laurence Overmire

He was snowed in
The roads were closed
He couldn’t go to work
The fire was blazing
But the house was cold
A woman and two kids
Sat there staring
Wondering
Who the hell was this intruder?

There was no mail, no paper
The power was out
And he left his briefcase in the car
Buried under two feet of snow.

In the corner, snarling
Was that old dog Time
Unleashed
The mangy creature leaped
Sank yellow fangs into the poor man’s neck
Dragged him up the stairs
Into the bathroom
And whirled him in front of the mirror
The man, terrified, gasped in horror
Surprised to see
For the very first time

Himself.


(Previously published in The Courtship of Winds, Issue 1, January 2000)