Here, there

There is stiffness in the damp wrinkled air of our sitting here
The smell of birch burning

heated embers linger in this white room
You sat across from me comfortable in your uncomfortable seat
I slouched
Cushions surrounding me
but I would rather have your elbow crooked on my right leg
In the crackling sound and heavy smoky scent the room is created
Here in this space I feel at my most ease
Here inside
the fire glows against the walls, shadows casting
I feel at my most ease
There in the shadowed darkness skips with light
There by the black cast iron fireplace
an orange glow attacks the blistering cold and gives it warmth
And when you're there
and I'm there with you
Here, there
is where I feel at my most ease.