Sitting here

Listening to my music

(Queen, as usual)

There's a feeling

In my gut

That everything is okay

It's not happiness

It's quiet, evasive, and soft

Unlike boisterous glee

But I like it the best

And wish it would go on forever

What is it?


My mom walks in

"Do your chores"

And the feeling is gone

That wonderful, fleeting moment

Has already passed

But its ghost lingers

And I know it will be back