Is there such a thing,

as a perfect day,

a perfect moment?

Is this it?

It is nothing spectacular,

nothing memorable.

Just me in this certain mood,

with a mostly burnt sandwich,

and a sense that those I love,

are all doing well.

That tides have turned.

That if I died right now it would be a good way to end this book.

The book we call a life.

© words by Daniel DeMarle 2/7/2021