Musings by The Poet Loriet

Homeostasis

Warm fuzzy bathrobe
encompasses  
my tired body
like a shot  
of butterscotch rum.
 
I am pleasantly numb
with fatigue, elation...
My dog lies at my feet--
rhythmic inspiration,
expiration,
his tiny ribcage
becomes my focal point.
 
My notebook opens
invitingly
like a porch light
after a long journey,
driving in dark solitude,
van full of sleeping children...
beckoning a welcome.
Come in...
Oh please, come in...
enter your imagination.
 
Where will my thoughts
take me tonight--
to distant lands,
exotic and surreal?
 
Will I drink  
chamomile tea,
visit the Taj Mahal,
dreaming of  
the kind of love
that inspired
its construction?
 
Perhaps, I'll take
an astral journey,
do shoulder shimmies
amongst a meadow
of stars...
 
Maybe, I'll have a nightcap
with the Tooth Fairy,
sail a dream ship
to an enchanted village,
lie on a bed of rose petals...
 
Or...I'll just rest here
on my Davenport,
taking innumerable
untold journeys
within my mind--
by simply thinking
outside the box,
and just breathing
 
in
 
and out.
 
 
 
Lori Beal


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