Travels done.

Holy Days accomplished.

Gifts unwrapped.

Suitcases emptied.

Dirty clothes washed, dried,

hung in the closet,

folded in the dresser drawers

Time, at last, to sit!

No,

not at the dinning room table.

Not at my roll-top desk.

Not in my recliner.

But on the toilet we aggravated our contractor for.

We wanted it tall!

High enough so our toes

just touch the tile,

so it’s easy

to sit,

to shit,

to wipe

to rise

into that familiar little room

we recognize,

surely,

as

home

at last!