This satisfaction (felt that day)
has been my norm, of late.
My attitudes been positive,
so often, I can state!

When I awake, it now,
is from the right side of the bed!
The day, I greet with wonder;
where I once felt empty dread.

I visited the Coffee Mill,
as I so often do.
I drank in my surroundings as
I sipped my steaming brew.

I read some poems and pondered them,
as people came and went.
The poets' words seemed very clear;
I knew just what they meant!

The time went by and my agenda
said I must depart.
I headed home. Another day
was off to a good start.

I drove into the driveway
of the Grande estate, brick red.
I stepped upon the flat stone walk
and, for the house, did head.

The outside door, I opened next;
then moved into its space.
My backside intercepted its
return trip to its place.

My fingers chose the proper key
to pierce the jagged slit.
I slipped it in the crevice, dark,
which it was meant to fit.

I turned it and the lock released.
To push, I then prepared.
The key was pulled. A nudge was planned.
But then... I stopped and stared.

For just one fleeting moment,
did my eyesight, get so aimed
that I could see this image
like a picture that was framed.

The vista which my gaze absorbed
now sparked my optic sense.
I looked with deep reflection
at the house beyond the fence.