i find that

it's good to
be home, to come
back to that easy
chair, your own
soft bed, to find
your books and
things just the
way you left them,
as if they had waited
patiently for you
to come in the
door to be embraced.
yes, the trip is
fine, the overnight
stay can be sweet,
but there is nothing
quite like the quiet
and comfort of being
in your own content
and happy place.