where i'm sitting

i’m in the coffee shop
drinking my iced soy latte,
trying to figure out
why the sun won’t reach
to where i’m sitting.
i can see it so clearly
through the windows,
and it’s bright and shiny
but much too far away
from where i’m sitting.
i’d like to change seats,
to change tables,
with the lady in the yellow sweater,
because the warm sun
is on her back,
and she’s still scowling anyway.