Prospects of Returning Home

Gardens of Pleasant Regret: 

on prospects of returning home, written on the airplane to home 

after believing I might have had a stroke 

during a solo visiting Kristin and family in Brussels 

I wish to see the garden,
the gardens—the tenth of an acre around my house—
hard surfaces I laid down,
soft earth I dug up,
the green,
the hues-floral,
successes after decades of error and trial,
the done, undone and yet to do,
a patch of lawn that will need cutting,
weeds that will have erupted,
and gifts from good seeds that dropped in.


I wish to smell the smell,
listen to squirrels, birds, and gate,
and I wish to walk with pleasure and companion
as I hear—with pleasant regret—
of what I missed in the days and evenings of my absence.

(c) from date of posting, by Bob Komives, Fort Collins