Small Comforts

Small comforts-- The entities at home most taken in stride life is not made up of big incidences profound but the tiny things given without obligation and pride When I arrive home, open the door, there Jack stands wagging his tail so hard that it might just fall off his love--unconditional-- being with his master, his only demand While working at the computer, paying no mind to the kitty, Joe, a hairy feeling wraps around the legs...pleading for attention his gravelly lick reminds me he tried, I failed... just so I'd know Adventure adds flavor and spice to living--don’t be mistaken-- yet there is something to be said for regular and ordinary the lobster titillates the palate, but so do eggs and bacon Home--it is more than just rooms--it is where we unfold synonymous with the soul's nourishment a place where we are ourselves with no pretensions—we feel whole Outside left at the door, everything important is there strings of life tightly woven by pulling us back repeatedly Sustenance, security, and small comforts are found everywhere