A Window

Jamie Jackson

For the first time in hours, I sit 
I sink
My weary joints ache as I adjust
Nestle into the plump, fluffy cushions
Luxuriating in the plush, hefty fleece as it slides 
Finally, the warmth has permeated the depths
Of my frozen, depleted muscles
After trudging through the glittering hills of snow
Soaring on the high of the day
Each breath burrows beneath and inundates the cavernous spaces
Palpable only after a persistent, tactile relentlessness
A window into the enduring, ordinary marvels
Swatches of indescribable hues streak across my vision
Shadowed peaks arrange themselves 
Miracles wrap my limbs and caress my core 
Fingertips gliding over the radiant, whimsical finish
My face moist with the steam of molten cocoa
It will taste more velvety, more divine than anything should
It is in this moment, and this moment alone
Where we exist

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Jamie Jackson
Jamie Jackson writes various forms of poetry and fiction for pleasure. Writing has been a long-standing hobby since childhood, and she has only recently begun submitting works to publications. Jamie is currently in the midst of editing her second novel in a trilogy, a tale of trauma and grief that veers into the fantastical. Jamie is originally from Markham, Ontario and has a Bachelor of Science from McMaster University, as well as a Bachelor of Computer Science from Algoma University. Jamie is currently working as a primary care paramedic.