Being away from home January 11

Looking at the machine run smoothly
there aren’t any screeches, any squeks,
people are almost faultless.
A clean glass,
you can see it
only when you break it.

Wheels, circles and phone-calls
I need someone to make decisions for me,
making decisions is the problem.
I walk slowly, very slowly
and it feels like meditation,
I feel like a King Pin –
in-charge of the situation.

Thinking of grass, thinking of door-bells
thinking of how rare is the smell of
fresh food, cooked just for you.
Some space to leave my books,
open, unread, bookmarked.
But I may be on to something here,
people are nice to me
I am not moving in, I am not moving out
I am thinking,
I like to believe I will be home every weekend,
playing with my dog, tickling it under the chin
take it out for a walk, as if
it were the most important thing in life.