Ivy Trimmed

I am safe here in my home.
Tree lined street curves soft,
Small blue house with window box flowers,
It is an old mother apron-tied smile.
These white walls are my solace.
I love the light spilling from every side.
Carol’s ivy-trimmed windows,
Flowered couch has traveled with me since 1994,
Cushions busting from wear, stained and flipped.
My home has painting of innocent girls, sad.
They look out at me and I say,
“This is rest.”
Surrounded by music and family photographs,
I am home here. I am in the air here.
I close my bedroom door and leave it all on the floor.
Cornered by window shades and palm leaves,
I am home here.

8-20-00