The Comforts of Home

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.

8 thoughts on “The Comforts of Home

  1. Anita Ferreri says:

    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….


  2. 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.


  3. Orval Jewett says:

    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.


  4. A.Winters says:

    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!


  5. hardly an artist says:

    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 🙂


  6. Leah McFarlane says:

    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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