Home

On approach
an alien even could see:
Unmistakable smell of coffee.
Garden leading into home.
This is a home.

This is where sprouts are grown.
And children, only their laughter,
and produce, peels here. 
The door frames are sure and solid.
This home is well kept.

We see the mother now.
This is her home. She made it.
The kitchen is simple,
furniture the same, no
sharp edges.

Take a moment to gaze
here and there
among the calming shapes,
the warm curves, the atmosphere.
She is as untouchable.

She is as home as home can be.
And who knows, as we 
move on now, allowing our gaze
to perhaps lose a little
focus,

To fields and hills,
the little things that make them,
their brief lives, living 
in the endlesss Sun,
Happy on the Earth.


Cor, Jun 5th 2000