Homecoming

 

How many times
must I hear Buddha say
"breathe in, breathe out,"
before I can do it myself?
I got tired of being spiritual
so I came home,
built a fire,

made coffee,

took out mother's cup

and ran my fingers over

its hair-thin crazing,
threads of brown

in blue.
But mostly I came home

to you,
a hug of fur on fur.
I got tired of

being spiritual,
so I came home
to Being.

Photo: still life in my kitchen