Comfort zone

Where is your comfort zone? He asks. I wonder what the answer is. Perhaps I lack such a thing. I know this is not true. Secretly, I know somewhere, this is not true. It hides between the crab apple and the red bud.

Between the red bud
And the crab apple
Blooming pink and purple
In spring
Yellow in fall
Me in between.
I hang with
The goldfinches
And robins
The occasional hawk.
The comfort zone
Of spring thunderstorms
Throw worms back
Into the earth
From whence
They came
The comfort zone
Of earth
Between my toes
Squishing.
The comfort zone
Of birds
Calling
The comfort zone
The comfort zone
The comfort zone
More
Way more
Than one.