Glimpsing the Better Part

(Found here)

Returned to house, I wonder—what makes a home?
In the tiny cabin I found lost glasses with ease—
not in a mansion. On paths of needles I roamed—
now concrete pounds feet. No pine scent in the breeze.

Each comfort draws me. In my garden, I spread my toes
in harmless dirt—no need of sneakers’ shelter. That vine—
holding hard balls before—dangles soft red globes.
Inhale that heady scent—such multitudes all mine!

The plentiful life attracts, but vexes—my serrated
knife—where can I find you? It slices tomato skin—
my juicy orbs taste luscious. Ache for forest glens abates
but the wild soon wars with ease again—a tossing within.

Ads besiege and lure me to such frivolous spending—
leaves less bounty—oh, Spirit, keep me in true seeing.

~Carol Park