Izaak Opatz
Chinook Wind
We started arguing on the on-ramp
Of Interstate 90 West
As the engine strained to recollect fifth gear
And I struggled to keep my head

For the last month, I’d been scratching your name
With my fingernail in the frost
Of the windowpane in the attic of a friend’s
I’d been staying since you broke it off

Then out of the blue, you asked me on a date
To a hot springs out of town
And on Valentine’s Day, no less, I knew I should
But I could never turn you down

Now I’m sitting in the steam with a cold gin and tonic
Sweating in a plastic cup
Trying to make sensе of your sudden change of heart
If that’s what it rеally was

You swept in like a Chinook wind
Blowing warm through the woods
A pulse of June in the middle of the winter
Can do more harm than good

You thawed out my resistance
And I let you back in
You were unseasonably warm
As a Chinook wind

Watching the snow crying off the pine trees
Standing around the edge of the pool
Their bare green needles naked in the cold
I started to feel like a fool

Maybe I was dying in the high Himalaya
In the final stages of undress
Just then I felt you swim up behind me like a reaper
And softly kiss the back of my neck

You swept in like a Chinook wind
Blowing warm through the woods
A pulse of June in the middle of the winter
Can do more harm than good
You thawed out my resistance
And I let you back in
You were unseasonably warm
As a Chinook wind