Alive

I wanted sunlight in the kitchen,
but all I got was rain.
I wanted diffused bliss,
of the late afternoon variety.

The kind of light you find
at the higher regions
of this spinning globe
we call home.

Not blinding, not demanding
but encompassing and inviting.
The kind that welcomes you
into the room,
imploring you to see
what's been viewed before,
with eyes shot through with wonder.

I looked for sunlight in the kitchen,
but all I found was rain.