Another exhausting week finally culminates
in the now familiar red-eye home.
But home is one direction I never hesitate to take.
For therein waits my pot of gold.
Lined with blue skies and iridescent water;
tickled by cypress, oaks and palms along its border.
Floating high and low in the sky
my manic osprey plays.
I can’t imagine a finer place
to casually sit with tea and meditate.
Where nature’s water gets roughened up
along my windy lake.
Where cats can squawk over an endless race
of tag, now let’s take chase.
Where it seems as though every living thing
offers delight, by waddling, slithering or gliding by.
And then there is THE DOG! Ever vigilant by my side;
my true amour for life.
So even though the weeks upon weeks seem harsh,
my home…my sanctuary…
is a place filled with all of life’s good grace.

© 2005 Sara Coslett