Contemplation

After I have had a full day, I come home and sit on my couch,
And sometimes my mind goes blank.
My eyes glaze over and I stare straight forward,
But inside my head nothing is happening.

Sometimes, after a long day, I am greeted
By a delinquent dog, by a curious cat,
And by the malicious mail.
And then I sit to contemplate them all.

Sometimes, I come home, and nobody greets me,
And I feel alone. But not entirely.
I know that soon, I will be remembered,
As feeding time is nearby.

Sometimes, when I get home from a difficult day
I only think.
My head swarms with intricate ideas,
And malicious memories are far from me.

I see the laughter of my love,
Her eyes smiling at me as much as her pearly teeth

I see the my family's faces,
As they congratulate me on accomplishments.

I see my dancing dog,
Happy as can be to play again with the crazy cat

These things
These wondrous things
Remind me of my delightful days.

When I remember them, I remember:
Tomorrow is filled with more of the same.