Appreciation From The Road

 

Home  again 

I unlatch the door

and wander though the house

dragging the slight luggage

of my bones.

 

They are lined with travel,

a silk-painted weariness

of the quaint and foreign.

 

Home  again

 I find your shoes

on the table. Polished but missing

their laces.

 

I want to string their holes

with a long strand of words.

 

A skein of sentence

that unravels

as I walk this room

touching:

your comb,  your decanter

of shaving cologne,

 

your white shirt

that lends cover

to a scratched chair.

 

A run-on reason

of why I bind myself

to you.  Our mutual journey

within.

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I thinks sometimes coming home after the travelling allows us to appreciate even more what we left and what is there to welcome us back. The journey taken enriches the mind and heart with new experiences and knowledge. And while that dazzles and intrigues, reflecting on what is not there, what is back at the familiar place, the home front, becomes a journey of longing. And once we return, off the road, a beautiful sense of appreciation arises. It comes in like a weary traveler ready to resume a way of living that has been put on hiatus but with new insight and fervor.



 

Note: The painting is called "The Green Bedroom, Morning" By Edward Hopper