At the End of the Day

At the end of the day, it is so good to be home.
Home, with comfort of flannel sheets, fresh pjs,
grapefruit juice, cranberry toast,
and the music I make for myself.

At the end of the day, breathing in and breathing out
are more beautiful than any friend or lover.
Even exhausted, there is the eager breath.

And when it is all said by rulers and rule breakers,
I turn off the world and sink into the peaceful sleep
of a night that cares nothing for anything
but the morning when she arrives
to take over with a new beginning.