POEM - Hot Seat

A button

On the console

In the shape of a seat

With squiggly lines

On which the seat floats

Intrigues me

It is colder this morning

As the winter solstice

In full frigid swing

Pushes the issue

Starts the winds blowing

Down from the North

Across many frozen miles

My car dashboard confirms

In many subtle ways

Seemingly trying to prove

Just how smart a car it is

Sure, it gives me a temperature

But next to the numbers

It kindly lights up a glowing snowflake

Then flashes a warning

On the LED readout

            FROST POSSIBLE

            DRIVE CAREFULLY

I depress the seat button

The one with the squiggly lines

Skeptical of the need

For such an embellishment

As seat warmers

But as my posterior heats

I am pleasantly surprised

By how I didn’t know

How much I really needed

To have my seat warmed

And wonder at how

I ever had happiness

Before I had toasty buns!