I cleaned my desk
the place where I write and think,
my grandpa’s sharpener at the ready, and
piles straightened, clearing the way.
For a new day and new words
reach for me with a longing I struggle to comprehend
and my wary heart finally believes
good really does reside within
despite those who laugh at my lofty
my writing space is good.
What’s YOUR good today?
🔎 Find the good.
📸 Snap a picture.
📲 Share it on social media.