blue sky
seeming normal
longed for simplicity
turning poems into music
beating
Imagined field of poppies
yellow corn
probably clear blue sky
crisp linen shirt bare
feet
well worn dirt path
longing yet homely feeling
coming home to the unknown place
with low door
lowing cattle smell of bread
goodness lives here
in the tiny mullioned windows
peer in
table set with wonder
swallows under eaves
swift action silence on the wing
even roses round the porch
seat
sit
closing eyes
better to see the wonder of it all
as singing gently
she
carries me home