after
a ten-hour work day
between
flossing teeth
and rinsing Tupperware
there was
a moment
glowing golden
evening
a low lit living room
tidy
first load of laundry
folded
full moon outside
rising
Jeb in the shower
dripping
“Mom, can you hand me my towel?”
the Bohemian in his chair
smiling
a mouthful of cashew fruit
juicing
Sudoku “Medium”
sharpened pencil (no eraser)
in his hands

oh the lunacy
and all the scurrying
my monkey mind
keeping time
with all these
beautiful
and ridiculous
earthlings
ling
a ling
ring
a ding
somewhere
there must be
oh please
a bell
that’s waking
us

in my room
there reverberates
one wet and slippery eight-year old
one puzzle solving, fruit-loving man
and soft light
shining warmly
across the maple wood floor
resonating
settling
ringing me
home