I always tell myself I will come back unburdened, I will keep the load of the world outside, before I open the door. I will let the smells inside remind me that a home embraces without questions, as she smiles at me without getting up - "Wash up, dinner's ready."
A Home as an Open Dream
Beautiful. Love the idea of loosening clench fists. Let our homes expand so that fists are unclenched everywhere.
The first four lines of this poem are lovely.