home sweet home

an orchestrated journey
led me to your door
where i pulled aside
a blue piece of fabric
and entered your home.

there were three
or four small rooms,
mud floors,
and walls made of
anything flat.

i noticed an appealing
simplicity about you –
content with the
necessities of life
and needing nothing more.

a smile graced your face
and i found you
fully present –
just as interested in me
as i was in you.

claudine
was your given name
and it suited you well,
but i came to know you better
as hospitality.

the air was sweet
about you –
and welcoming –
and i found myself
feeling at home.