Sausage McMuffin
I still haven’t finished my breakfast sandwich.
Now it’s cold.
Do you know a cold sausage McMuffin?
A ten year old memory.
Crusty, no longer soft.
Just dry and crumbly.
Congealed grease
Little blobs sitting there staring at me.
I don’t remember what I was doing ten years ago.
Maybe writing a poem.
No matter.
What matters
is today.
No, not today.
What matters is this moment.
A deep breath.
Soft fur.
A loving joke.
I take today,
this moment,
and toss rest away.
