the shelf

the shelf
is full of books.
books I've read, a few
I've never
picked up,
too bored, too tired
to open
the covers and read.
i look at them,
they stare
back at me.
i wipe the dust
off, i tell them later,
later
when i have time,
when my mind
is in a better place,
then,
maybe then i'll have
time to relax, to enjoy
a new
adventure, to sit
on a long summer
day and read.