arriving home Friday night
Quiet courtyard, no one in sight
Key turns in lock
Apartment opens. Expansive sky welcoming.
Wind rattles windows in the kitchen. one was left open.
one left open – cold sneaks in.
All is dark and quiet.
I click on candles above the fireplace.
Flicker flicker light the night.
Soft light above the stove.
Remotely turn on the gas fire.
Peace has settled here all day and now it envelops the night.
Process: It is late on a Friday evening. I have family in town. It was a very long day and actually a very long week. I’ve been to dinner with all four of my sisters and my mother this evening. We are celebrating together. I have committed to blogging every day for 30 days. Tonight it is not flowing. I want to be in the other room with my people. I try piece after piece. Finally, I settle on this – not because I think it is good. But simply because I can say I have finished it. I know I will revise it, again and again, each time I read it. Perhaps I will replace it. But for now. I will go and be in the space with my people.
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One would not know that you had a room of people waiting for you to be present with them. My imagery was you returning home to a quiet house for a quiet night, perhaps with a glass of wine and a good book or curled up on the couch chatting with your daughter on the phone. I loved the simple lines, explicit action. Don’t replace it if you revise. Just make it a new post. This is one to keep.
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Thank you Leigh Ann – I arrived home and was thinking of Gregg’s poem after it took me so darned long to come up with anything … I liked my other posts but they needed more time than I had to give last night. Your words are a welcome embrace.