Homing

Today I travel home, by car to plane
to train to bus, and then a little more –
I’ll walk perhaps two blocks and I’ll obtain
the sanctuary that’s inside my door.
I’ll carry dirty clothes and the refrain
of fellowship with family, before
I settle into privacy and peace,
and let my pace for half a day decrease.

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