I curl in the domestic purr,
the gurgling dishwasher,
the music in the other room,
the goldening of light around the lamp
as evening falls outside

The coziness breathes through these
but it is made of the collected warmth
of this day’s gifts —
the affluence of feeling
they have been enough
to sustain me through this curve of time,
to stoke my inner lights
and this day’s grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 3, 2015