It’s been a while since I published a poem here. I figured, well, it’s about time I get down to it. This one seems appropriate to publish on a cold fall day when I am grateful for my warm home. I had the gas fireplace going earlier today and cuddled under a blanket on the couch with a cup of tea. Here is another concept of home, in poetic form.
A Long Sigh and a Smile
She walks through the room, past the couch, to the corduroy chair, and
Lowers her thin body onto his. Her head navigates his torso and
Stops when it finds comfort, two inches below his left shoulder.
A layer of black cotton separates her right cheek from his skin.
It is only the fabric that has faded with time.
“I want more of this,” she whispers and feels his body shake as
His head moves up, then down, then up again. The fast movement ends and
Her long sigh begins, with a smile following closely behind it.
The discerning look she wore earlier in the day, at her oak desk,
Is softer now, like the cloth her cheek clings to in this moment.
She wants to hold onto an unchanging now.
No more words are spoken aloud, on this couch, in this hour,
On this night,
As images of home stick to her thoughts like toffee.
©2016 Christy Birmingham
As Henry W. Longfellow once wrote, “Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest.” Are you enjoying time at home today?