Home in the blue chair

After more than twenty years of the same post-Christmas trip to Florida, it was easier this year.  I got credit for loading the dishwasher when I didn't even load it.  I sat out on particular conversations so I could be truly present in others.  Hmm.  Maybe I'm actually getting the hang of this.

Home in the blue chair

I wonder why Florida

Felt easier

This year.

I got credit

For things

I didn’t even do.

Somehow it was fine

To add this credit

To the family

Bank account.

I sat out the end of meal

Conversations,

Listened to them all

From a distance

And smiled

Under the fan in the bedroom.

Home in the blue chair

I wonder.

I am also content

To add the credit

To the universal human

Bank account

Sit in where I can

Sit out when I must.

Far from the madding crowd

Last day in Florida.  We leave for home in the morning.  Different families operate at different decibel levels. This one is considerably louder than is my custom.  My beloved's parents keep their home at 78 F.  I am still a Minnesota girl.

Here

It is loud

And very warm.

I have found a spot

Under the fan,

Far from the madding crowd.

I come and go.

I wonder why

It took me so long

To figure out

This place of quiet

And moving air.