After two weeks of travel,
I come home to clusters
of balloon flowers,
5 inches taller, purple blooms
smiling all over the place–
my dog waiting,
his tail wagging wildly,
thumping against the screen door–
I walk into the kitchen,
dragging two duffel bags,
my husband steadies himself
with his hickory walking stick, 
gets up from his chair,
his silver salt and pepper hair
is shimmery and sexy,
our eyes meet–
I wonder why
I went on vacation in the first place.