Today’s the kind of day that looks good in a photograph
because the weather is great, but perhaps
because it is not.
A photograph of some warm and cozy nook, looking out upon a yard
where I can curl up with my latest treasure
a book that I’m longing to read.
It nags at me so
that I’ve become distracted by its existence upon my desk.
I count down the hours slowly ticking away
trying desperately to snag unsatisfactory glances at its many leaves in between
doing the things that I must.
This only piques my curiosity and urgency more.
I know the first thing that I will do upon my arrival home
will be to plop on my couch and crack the spine of this delicious
Until then, I can only fantasize
about this day in a photograph, which only exists in my imagination.
Snowbound and cozy curled up with a good book perched upon my knees propped up,
pillow behind my head, and a window with a view of the blustery day outside.