Reservations              

I want a glass of water. I’m tired

of warm gulps from plastic bottles

as we drive. I run the cold tap,

fill two plastic tumblers

supplied by the motel. We sip

and think about a nap. I unwrap

a tiny soap, wash my face,

look for the ice machine in the hall.

I like to fill the ice bucket

when we check into a place

though most the ice will melt

before I know what to do with it all.