Exploring the poetry of everyday life


on April 8, 2015

Traveling includes an inevitable returning.
Feeling I’m back home takes its own sweet time.
Key turns in the lock, door opens to rooms
I know by heart. Suitcase in the hall,
Stuff to unpack I’m too tired to tackle.

Then piles of mail, emails unending, bills to pay
Require attention while my body’s still mending.
I feel enfolded by familiar space, and wait.
My trip was exceptional. I’m so glad I journeyed.
Now I seek peace and time to reflect.

Today is different. I stretch and move slowly
Content to do nothing, no deadlines in sight.
Sensing transition while washing lunch dishes
Absorbed contemplating their primary colors
I found myself lost in thought and back home.

4 responses to “Homecoming

  1. The wind-down from all the excitement is just as sweet I always think. Rest up and enjoy your time. ā¤

  2. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks. I agree that wind-down time is sweet. It makes me appreciate the things I have. šŸ™‚

  3. You’ve really captured those mixed feelings of coming home.

  4. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks for commenting. It’s something common to human nature I think. šŸ™‚

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