Toward Home

We’ll touch down after 50 minutes more,
but it will take me time and steps apace
before I cross the threshold of my door
to see in my own mirror’s glass my face.
And though I’ll savor home’s beloved space,
I’ll have to rise and leave again tomorrow.
Until I wake on Thursday in my place,
my time is less for me to own than borrow.

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