safe, surrounded

13 below zero, still sunny.
Inside, silence.
I hear the hum of the furnace
but nothing else.
Cats sleep in the sun;
I lie still with them.

Even warm, insulated from the outdoors
I don’t feel like moving.
I listen to the silence.
I feel the walls around me,
the roof above,
and the furnace in the basement, two floors below.

Protected, safe, surrounded.