A Corner of Home
In the captain's chair
from some yard sale,
at the green enamel table,
from a Sear's catalog 60 years ago,
I sit reading and sipping tea
at the window.
Through the window
a range of life passes by.
People are walking,
dawdling to a school bus,
pushing baby carriages;
quahoggers with rakes and buckets
walk to the pond.
The feeder brings birds
along with unsatisfied squirrels;
and now and then
a rabbit or skunk or coyote
or feral cat.
But a different comfort
is sought;
going out,
joining the world.
The chair is comfort;
leaving it is easier,
knowing it's there
to come back to.
Monday, February 4, 2008
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How vivid a feeling you convey with words, Cousin Jack! Thank you very much for sharing this poem.
ReplyDeleteLoved this one. JOHN
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