Fetch Me My Slippers

wet sandals
mean of course wet feet

it’s been raining a while now and
stepping back into my house
after the morning walk
feels very briefly
like settling into a lie

to be able to be
on the earth
in this place
at this time
and be dry
almost as soon as I decide
that the novelty of wetness
has worn off
feels briefly wrong

but in the next second
gratitude takes over

I take off my sandals
I dry my feet
I pour a hot coffee and 
sit by my window
watching the rain
from a dry seat
of my choosing

that fellow over there
walking 
appears to be miserable

do not forget that
to have the choice
to be a spectator
to your local weather
is to be privileged