Returning home I wouldn’t raise the shade,
although it wasn’t hot at ten past noon.
Awake at five, I did odd jobs and played
with kids for hours. Then I waited for
three forms of transportation, that conveyed
me home amid track closures and the crowds
of college graduation (gowns arrayed
but caps concealed). I couldn’t get home soon
enough. It’s my emotional first-aid.

(Magic 9)