Just. Home.

It's in the slow waking and unhurried first hour
of putting on the fire and knowing it will burrn
all day....

....there will be quiet and tea
and a long game of Scrabble and just
the two of us....

.... will conversate and laugh, unpressured by
calendars or clocks or phones or have-tos,
and it will be simple....

.....and sweet to rest in the simplicity and 'now-ness'
of mid-Christmas joy, setting aside for just a time the
necessary, fulfilling and competing demands
that mostly
keep me away from home. 

But.  Not.  Right.  Now.

Right now
I am fully, gleefully, gratefully present
at home.

Just home,
with a fire on.
All day.