I half circled the big oak tree
and parked the car.
As I reached over
and grabbed my bag, purse and notebook
from the passenger seat,
I pushed the driver's door open with my foot
then climbed out.
I caught a glimpse of Tyler and a couple of kids
down on the hill.
They hadn't heard me drive up.
I walked past the sourpuss on the front porch clipping his toenails
and stepped through the front door.
And I was home.
I hadn't really even missed anybody;
I was barely gone 22 hours,
so the feeling caught me by surprise.
With the people I love so very much.