In the door,
I take off my dusty shoesand clothes,
shower and shave,
unpack the backpack,
and return to you
about the same as I left,
to you, our home,
and our garden.
We have a roof,
and walls, and windows,
water in faucets, food on shelves.
We have our bed, our pillows,
we have our home.
What wilderness I have seen,
what wilderness may be,
surrounds us and reaches
touching us with sun, heat,
wind, dry, weeds, insects,
the spider in the corner.
We sweep it away,
close the doors,
and enjoy our illusion
of domestication,
and civilization...
Everything is cool, soft, and comfortable
here at home.
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