Saturday

Shutters open to Saturday morning sunlight, I am home.
Sitting quietly in my rocker, I consider,
My steaming cup of comfort.
Lily is stretching in a patch of warm light.
She eats fishy tidbits that I pour into her bowl,
I return to my rocker and private thoughts.

Dozing to my,trailing thoughts
I awaken to, Dorthy saying, "There's No Place Like Home."
I eat oatmeal and apples out of a blue bowl
I consider
how patterns of light,
Play on my feet and I feel such comfort.

Lily's warm body curled in my lap, brings me such comfort.
My solace is interrupted by thoughts:
Early morning light,
Should be spent away from home
I consider
Going to the farmer's market, as I rinse out my bowl.

Skylar's walking halter resembles a cut-out bowl.
As we walk, light encases our bodies, this is true comfort.
At the farmer's market people stroll around smiling, I consider
A boutique of sunflowers mixed with white daises, a thought
Oh home,
A corner that catches afternoon light

Refracted rainbows dance in the light
Flowers are placed in an earth colored vase, round like a bowl
They gaze out at my home.
Lily softly meows, comfort
Afternoon thoughts
Colors shift in the sky as I consider.

Parts of a day not yet over, I consider
How pink and orange swirls of light
Bring thoughts
Of how darkness will hold the stars in an evening bowl
Lighted candles that bring comfort
And guide the wayward home.

These Saturday thoughts are placed on a shelf in the memory bowl
A sputtering candle flickers light
Against the darkness, comfort in my home.