For Kristine
You sent me a picture
Of a book
On a table
I closed my eyes
It was the best
Part of my day
The cool breeze
Passing over hands
Warmed by the sun
The smell of ink and paper
Mingling with steam
Rising from a cup of coffee
The sound of pages
Turning and people
Walking in the ped mall
I opened my eyes
All I could see was my cubicle
All I could hear was the distance