And all of its attendant trappings

The dangers of getting what you want

I’m grateful for shelter

For a bed that’s always warm

Even when I’m not

For small consistencies

From which large salvations are built

I’m grateful for gratitude, when it comes

I made my home here

Willingly and willfully self-domesticated

Like I was born for it

Not least resistance,

This path we walk

Wilderness to city and back again

No master, no slave

We share a vein

Common as blood