Breakfast for Dinner

I made an omelet that pleased me —
no easy task — it was thin
yet fluffy, with broccoli and American cheese
down the middle, and it wasn’t much to look at
as the folds toward the middle
weren’t perfect, but it was good!
And I ate it, thinking about how
I’d have to tell my mother about this victorious omelet,
and soon I was almost done.
After enjoying a couple more bites,
the omelet

was gone. I looked up
and noticed the slider blinds were open
but it had grown dark outside.
I took my plate
to the sink, and things were,
well, okay.

written October 2021