at home

rainy sunday morning
fire in the wood stove
puttering around, unpacking
picked up my crochet again
two breakfasts – scones and grapes
and then French toast
one lunch – a salad bowl
with forbidden rice, delicata squash,
black beans and arugula
sweeping, wiping up compound
feeling peaceful and contented
at home
except for the miasma of dread
and impending worsening
of suffering