Equanimity

Sunlight lays a cool hand
across my blue-jeaned knees,
I shiver, leaving Mocha Joe
curled undisturbed
on my cozy throw,

how few days the
weather outside and in -
without our manipulation -
provide equal comfort,
so few . . .

more often: the shock of being
stuffed in snowsuits, boots and
mittens, excited to play,
then relieved to thaw with
cocoa in a warm kitchen.