Honey, I'm Home!

I come home
reeling from my day.
My head is aching.
I swallow my
third round
of painkillers
and make a cup
of coffee.
The last ten hours
are a blur.
Save for the
aftermath,
the war wounds,
the unkempt clothes,
the empty lunch box...
It could have been
a dream.
I am only
too pleased
with the
rude awakening.
I welcome
my arrival
into the womb.
The nest that
nurtures the
simple with
the complex.
My glue.
Sigh.
Home.

Sally