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 my mother's
cup and ran my fingers
over hair-thin crazing,
brown in blue.
But mostly I
came home to hug you,
dearest friend, fur on fur.
I got tired of being spiritual,
so I came home
to Being.

Photo: still life in my kitchen