The Nook

When we first looked at the house my wife exclaimed: “O look it has a charming little nook!” I looked at the ‘charming little nook’ and thought, yes, I can see myself sitting in this nook, relaxing upon its little nooky bench reading poetry on all those calm days to come. It’s been two years now, I still haven’t read a single book in that charming nook. Sometimes I rest for a moment there, but only to ponder how I am going to meet the mortgage and repairs next year. I know I will never write poetry in it - not even this one.