the way home

The way home2025-04-21

Good afternoon
I'm back to where my fortune began
the fortune I betrayed by moving away
not for any reason that I momentarily
thought I could find an easier life
a place of clean underwear and breakfast
A place where I could sleep to nine
that had a café on the first floor and peopled
by sure people, safe in their middleclass
restricted world where everyone followed
a rule written by convention
where animal life was a fluffy dog or
a sweet blue cat where street dogs were
humanly put down.
at the inn, I asked around where I could
rent an old house, preferable near a stream
a place that didn't demand vigilance
or conformity
Yes, they knew of a house that had stood
empty since the former dweller had
had gone to live in a big city, to my surprise
it was my old house that I converted many
years ago from a stable to a house
I had been warned the house was odd rooms
didn't match and had steps inside
In the living room I faint smell of a mule
quite rightly so, it had once been a stable
The cottage was cheap to rent
I didn't mind as it once had been the stable
I bought forty years ago