Dogs 2010

TEMPEST
(1/14/10)


coming home
at the end of another
ten and half hour
workday
I look
so forward
to getting inside
to rest and relax
in the comfortable
confines

I look
so forward
to getting home
to you

but the claws
of your frustration
greet me
at the door
and all
of my exposed
exhausted areas
are raked
with your
disappointment
at life

I limp
bloodily
through the rest
of my nightly
routine
hoping to find
some solace
and unbroken skin
on which
to rest

years ago
after extended absences
from my West Texas home
I looked so forward
to returning
to the high plains
of my youth

the
thin dry air
coating the vast expanse
would greet me
with a gentle
breeze

but
if the atmosphere
was agitated
even a bit
the wind would raise
the biting sand
to blast my face
and avert
my homesick
gaze

at times
all we can do
is close our eyes
and wait
for the storm
to pass