getting home

I see her through the window
as I get home from work.
finally.
the dust of the day
on my shoulders.
the moon is already in the sky.
she's at the stove.
she's at the sink.
the cat
is on the counter under
the yellow haze
of light.
I see the clock
on the wall,
it's a plate of hours
showing me how long
I've been gone. I stand
on the porch in the dark.
all day I've been wanting
to get home to kiss her.
to say nothing but to
hold her in my arms
and sigh, to feel her heart
next to mine.
and now i'm here.