Homebody

By Amy Chapman

Hallowed is that exhale
when the walls breathe good evening
and the windows rattle brightly,
despite their old panes.

The kettle sings her aria,
the tea things clink and clamor.
Books stand sentient, revered soldiers in a row,
and the pillows sag softly,
maternal bosoms plumped just so.

Dusk to dawn, comfort swells
oh, the joy of being home.
The great beyond is black and bleak,
but here is haven tried and true.

Amy Chapman

Amy Chapman is a freelance writer and content creator for nonprofits. She's especially fond of libraries, London fogs, and to-do lists. Amy lives with her husband and a very curious toddler in Charlotte, NC.

You can connect with Amy on Instagram at @the.chapmans.