Coming Home
The house is in silence as I approach it
Another day of saving the world
The best way I know having just ended
And I note to myself how it is always like this
A time of transformation spent in the
Chrysalis of steel and wheels
The trappings of professional life
Are stripped away in fifteen blocks or so, and one short bridge
The last debate, consideration, contract term
Or point of credit debit profit loss
Actively working the neural cells these past nine hours
Begin to fade, fall off, are stored or lost or put in cache
It doesn't matter now.
With the crashing of the rolling door behind me
Darkness fills the car, its home, my mind
I step out into the cold, an empty slate.
The house is in silence as I approach it
Another evening of saving the world
The only way I know having just begun
And I smile at the thought that it is always like this
A time of transformation begun out
On the threshold in the moment just before
The magic of my key in lock propels me on
To be flooded in the warmth which will
Invest on me the trappings of a parent.
I turn it in the slot push aside the entrance
Hear the sounds of silence in my mind
Crushed beneath a charged crescendo of chaos.
Doors slam, footsteps racing through their daily pattern,
In the distance the soft muted cadence of some
Banal repeat has lost its erstwhile riveting hold,
The hard rapid beating of some
Vapid verse, some ersatz tune, has lost it's grip.
Pounding on the stairs they race:
Four furry feet with wagging tail, silent greetings
Assault my face ,nostrils, dignity and sensibilities;
Pounding close behind his young master, all feet and hands
Clumsily flying out he doesn't know where
Into stairs into walls into me;
Pounding softly in the hall his young sister
Sailing through half turns, full twists, her mouth and tongue
The fastest moving muscle of them all.
Pounding into every cell commanding
Every sense, cutting to the deepest core
I hear the daily greeting.
Oh, lucky man that I am
I am at home, and
I am loved.