I remember once 
wading into and
sitting down in
a lazy river 
at first content
I felt a 
pull like something 
unseen was beckoning 
though nothing heard
I did go 
the way of 
of its flow 
and finally found 
my sacred ground 

Unpack put away 
oh so familiar 
of a dance 
of things similar 
memories and noodles 
sauces and oodles
of different moods
some to cupboard 
some to fridge 
some stuffed into 
boxes and carried 
up to attic 
but no upstairs 
here to climb 
out of mind’s
where they go 

And yet you 
couldn’t take thirty
seconds out of 
thirty two million 
to say hey
I’m doing okay 
just going through 
some stuff here 
baby I’d rather 
have been one 
ridiculously small slice 
of your pie 
than to have 
gone this hungry 
for so long 

Oh to have 
and to hold
but not another 
this time around 
just little me
just by myself 
humming a tune 
as I clean 
or cook or 
do some laundry 
being happy alone 
here at home 

Just me and 
my little place
cozy and comfy 
couple of lamps 
cup of coffee 
and a view 
just sitting here 
all of us 
some music too
and a fire 
friends are we
not saying much 
this is what 
my life means 
to me and 
needs to be