Whispered Respite

Someone is waiting for you at home

What makes it a home is that someone

Is waiting to hear your daylight spooled

Into an evening of shared opinions

Trees in the yard look tall together

Sprawling across the roof of your home

Alongside the rain the constant cleanse

And nothing can keep you safe enough 

You want to face the fireplace and the window

Shut to keep the rain from trailing in

You cannot get enough of being indoors

On this night this cradled night the low light

Of your home where someone is waiting

Where you together can be alone