Home Again


This morning I wake up in a bed;
not in a tent,
not in a truck,
not on a picnic table.

I wake up in the arms of my husband,
in a solid house,
in Trujillo Creek.

I lay in the warmth of indoor heating,
memories dancing through my thoughts.

So recently made,
I wonder at how deeply felt these memories are,
how treasured the experiences,
how fulfilling the learning,
how dear the people.

I now add a week of writing at Ghost Ranch to my life’s list of adventures.
I look back on it with satisfaction
and with enthusiasm for the future;
for seeing how the lessons learned in the desert will affect who I am.

One thought on “Home Again

  1. jtmeserve says:

    Glad you’re back on the blog…trust that you will add more. SOON! I’ve had a preview… I know your collection is ready for viewing so offer your readers the treat of reading the unexpected in your poems and stories.

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