there is this place inside me
i find myself there quite unexpectedly
without ever trying
a happy place
warm with early morning sunshine
just the hint of a breeze
turning grandma’s petunias side to side
on her green and yellow front porch
this place is grandma’s living room
i’m always a little boy
playing on the floor
next to the screen door
maybe this place is a wormhole—
an invisible tube—
connecting me to who i am
often when i hear the engine
of a small plane flying overhead
the low-vibration sound waves carry me to this place
this special place of comfort inside—
a place my grandma created just for me
this is a place of peace
where the better part of me steps forward
leaving the other parts behind
it’s always a gentle landing
like a cloud drifting across a perfectly blue sky
on a warm summer day
i always feel just a bit sad
when it’s time to leave
eventually we must all go
Poetic Alchemist 
The image of a small boy playing by a screen door is so ordinary, but also very profound.
Oh yeah.
Yeah.
Yes.