My sojourn was symmetrical – 10 days,
with 3 midway devoted to full rest.
I sank my homing talons in a ways,
and drew renewal from my private nest.
I sat, I thought, I showered and I read.
I dallied with some puzzles and some verse.
I dozed on loveseat, slept on chair and bed,
and never voiced complaint, lament or curse.

It couldn’t last. I knew that from the start.
I had to leave, to work to pack to fly
back north to be support for some my heart
exists to serve. I knew I would comply
with love’s behest, for love of family.
I rested to recharge my battery.