FYPM: A Poem

Today I woke up and

checked the posts other people made

on websites graphic designers created.

Then I took my earthenware mug

some other soul fired

and a book another author wrote

to the great outside,

where I reveled in the plants someone else planted

until it was time to go

to the restaurant a chef crafted recipes for

and a museum filled with art that visionary hands shaped.

And none of it was mine.

And all of it was for me.

I do not know how to compare

A garden with a sandwich

Or a mug with a manuscript.

But I do know, for certain,

That today was more beautiful with them

Than I could ever express

With anything other than the joy in my heart

And the coins in my pocket.