Slugging around all week at work,
slothing around, slow slow slow.
Friday Friday Friday.
Sliced across the middle of my index-finger-nail
with a chef's knife. Tender. Bone.
Melinda asked me this afternoon
if I would like a peach.
I like peaches.
A moment later, a bowl of sliced fresh peaches
and Greek yogurt drizzled with agave syrup
appeared on the table in front of me
in the middle of a paint-tube hodgepodge.
In the middle of Friday!
(This was my reminder that life was good
and would always be good.)