Good days

Good days are so hard
to come by.
They sneak up on you
like a message
slipped under your door.
This one started
with an alarm
going off on time
and rising from bed
without slaying
the snooze button.
A whole extra hour
to shower
and walk the dog.
To eat breakfast
and read Newsweek.
At work 15 minutes early.
My big boss on vacation.
Actual work laid out for me.
I tool the morning away.
Lunch at home.
Walk the dog again.
Is that sunshine?
Really?
The afternoon proves
Hilarious
as my big boss
chimes into email
a step behind
the work flow.
She throws out comments
without explanations
and I smile at her
vanity.
She’s only fueling the fire
of my exodus.
I spend the afternoon
working on a throwaway job
and not caring.
Home again,
I take the dog
for another walk.
As I approach my house
a strange man
stands at my door.
I let my dog loose
and she runs
to the stranger,
stopping to ferociously
lick him.
He is an old and dear friend
I haven’t seen in years.
We drink.
We smoke.
We talk.
So much has happened
and so little changed.
His job is the same
but different.
His hobbies
have grown
and become passions.
I catch him up
on three years
that must seem
like the last three
he knew me.
So much changes.
So much remains the same.
We laugh.
We hug.
We promise to see each other
soon.
Sometimes good days
sneak up on you
and you don’t know
how good they are
until they are over.