the ordinary day

it's the ordinary day
you'll miss.
the day at home.
your own bed left unmade,
the open book you leave
to come back to.
the boredom of folding
clothes.
the bills at your desk.
you'll miss the shovel
that moves the snow.
the broom across
the kitchen floor.
the tea pots whistle,
the neighbor's voice
next door. these things,
these simple things
of your ordinary day
you'll miss, when told
it's not your home anymore.