Ensconced

Away from home but on familiar land,
it’s good here now. I miss my bath and bed,
or course – amenities at my command –
but I’ve this week abundant love instead.
These people understand my heart and head
a little more than most, without a swerve
to judgment or a shrug or fancy fled.
I feel appreciation I deserve.

(Huitain)

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