Writing in the Daytime

Today is a beautiful day.
I could be out hiking through the woods, or
kicking around a soccer ball, or even just
sitting on the front porch sipping lemonade.

But instead I'm sitting in front of my computer
with the curtains drawn,
and I'm staring at the walls as some feeble,
artificial,
light is seeping out of an old lamp.

I hope you appreciate the effort,
Dear Reader,
because to be completely honest
I don't think this poem is worth
my life.


And yet here we are...