Simple pleasureof returning home

my lady will not return with me here we are

listening to music

and counting the days talking about children

and getting restless going for a walk

and you hook your arm around mine

and we are one I am not scared anymore

I see the future

and I am not scared My past no longer haunts me,

most days,

I am complete Occasionally, I fracture

we all fracture from time to time

and that is fine

All well and good Humpty Dumpty had a problem

It isn’t mine

I am broken and then whole

whole and then cracked The way life wants me to be

The way God wants me to be I know a sturdy whole

by studying the splinters I learn the details

through a patchwork tapestry I look at the endless November sky

, tinged with an enticing danger,

and prepare to return home