Human Fear

And again
I divert my eyes to my phone
when there is nothing left to say to him.

These wet sidewalks,
a cold wind falling out of the clouds.

This human fear
of the uncontrollable.

And he presses the up-arrow
on the thermostat.
Says he always hated this cold—
the way we keep to ourselves
and hide inside of our coats.

He tells me that he loves penguins—
the way they huddle

Human Fear