it’s easy to imagine a snug log cabin in the woods
when you’re sipping tea on a quiet snowy day
it’s easy to imagine a cruise to a tropical island
when you’re trying on a pair of glamorous sunglasses
it’s easy to imagine hiking up a clear mountain trail
when you’re climbing stairs with another load of laundry
it’s easy to imagine lying on a private sandy beach
when you’re painting the house in hot summer sun
it’s easy to imagine speaking wisdom into the world
when you’re silent because you think no one is listening
a poem in my pocket 