I love that you can’t buy
anything here.
Everything simple, clean,
home-spun: hand needled
footstools, quilts draped
over chair backs.  Wood floors
shine with caretaking.

During the night,
the clanging of radiators
waking up, a shing
of steam heat.

Like being on safari
in the bush, here
we’re returned
to the natural world.
I’m resting on a bench
watching leaves wave
against a blue sky.