Where I Am

Where I am

I am feather pillows and fluffy quilts

and a recently added weighted blanket

(Thanks, Ed!) to keep me warm

I am “The Little Prince” and “Watership Down”

and anything by Ursula LeGuin, Robert Powers,

Neil Gaiman, and Michel de Montaigne

I am baking sourdough, making one-pot dishes, 

and relishing fall’s crunchy apples, ripe pears

and all the cranberries I can eat with wonder

I am words spilling out onto my laptop and 

paint getting under my fingernails, and the scent

of fresh cut rosemary and flickering candlelight

brightening the dark corners

I am waiting for real hugs, in-person smiles, grins 

and loud guffaws. I am waiting for the clinking of

glasses and the clicking of camera shutters and 

the brightness of friends and family gathering 

together

safely