finding things

you have a day
where you
shockingly
find everything
you were looking
for. the watch,
the wallet,
the sunglasses.
there's that
shoe way
under the bed,
the scarf in
the pocket
of your winter
coat. you find
the lines
short through
out the day,
the sun bright
as you easily
find where you
need to be.
you find
the right book
to read,
the time to
sleep, you find
everything right
where you
left it,
including you,
waiting at home
with open arms
for me.