If quarantine has taught me anything,
it is the pleasure of small things.
There is an order to the day,
absent when schedules are rushed.
A pot of Love Supreme coffee from Chicago,
Art Pepper’s jazz warming the room,
two pups asleep on the plush rug at my feet.
Outside the tangerine sunrise
melts into the horizon.
My desk by the window holds all I need —
pens, extra sharp pencils, an open journal.
A year ago, this comfort was only possible
on Sunday mornings.
But now, I rise at 5 am for a long walk —
dogs, birds and neighborhood foxes in tow.
I will miss the solitude, the order, the peace of mind
when the world reopens fully.
For now, I sip my coffee
and appreciate the comforts of home.
A Reading Life 
Your post does ask me to rethink the positives that have come from this restricted world…yes there are some..perhaps many…in spite of the heartaches…many….thanks for making me think….
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I am with you on all of this. It’s a time set apart for sure and that can be a really good thing. I love your tangerine sunrise. Beautiful!
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Your lines resonate. “Art Pepper’s jazz warming the room,
two pups asleep on the plush rug at my feet.”
I feel the coziness that you’ve built and now savor. Following the great reopening, perhaps you’ll be able to retain some of these sensory luxuries.
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And it reminds me of the slowing passage of time. As I savored your words, that’s what came to me. My life pre and post pandemic is way too fast. I will miss this aspect of our seclusion the most.
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For a time period that seemed like it would go on forever, it went by fast in my mind before I was back at work. I too appreciated the time at home and savored those moments of slowing down!
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A nice perspective on the things the past year have brought. At first we felt “robbed” and “shut off” but now it has reinforced the importance of peace, home, and slowing down. Thanks for sharing in this format 🙂
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My students last year started saying, “Home is the best.” It became a thing, actually, when we were all getting to know each other, and we’d throw the statement out there for any old reason. I think it started with, “What do you love?” Who knew how real that statement would become. Your poem captures all the comforts that make home the best.
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There are definitely things I have enjoyed. The most being my husband working from home for a year. I really hope he never goes back.
Glad you have comfort during this time.
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