Most mornings
I wake up satisfied
with the life I have.
My bowl may be empty,
but it is my bowl,
my choice. Still,
if a wayward Muse,
say one with
a diamond in her nose
and a chip
on her shoulder,
were to pass by
and choose to dally
for a while,
I could move up
from satisfaction
to contentment
with a smile.

  ~mce