Returning Home

Returning home with

Pavement beaten feet,

Sinking into soft carpet

At last

Like sand between your toes without the gritty mess.

Smoothly submerging,

Luxuriantly pacing,

A fresh pair of new socks sliding on smoothly.

The laying down of a heavy handbag,

Wherever it might land.

The cushions calling out your name,

As a wheezing whisper

As your weight lazily compresses them.

The smooth unclipping of a bra,

The serpent biting you all day collapsing,

Like the snake has shed its skin

And now you discard it in the wash basket.

A steaming cup of anything is solace to my hands,

That cradle it contentedly ,

And let the steam rush up to stroke my face

Before I even take a sip

Of fragrant tea,

Or cocoa clinging to my tongue

With lingering sweetness.

A bath the deepest solace to my body,

My joints unwinding and decompressing

like a bunched up scarf submerged

In the water and suds

That now serve to cloak me

and stroke me.

A book clutched high

to keep it dry,

The knowing when I leave and collapse upon fresh sheets,

My feline friend

Will seek my company

With many a complaint I did not go to him myself.

His fur vibrating and whirring

Surrounded by softness at last.