First Morning Back From A Week's Vacation Poem by Glen Kappy

My first morning back from a week away
our cat Peanut is waiting for me as usual
on top of the love seat as I emerge. As usual
I go into the kitchen and he drops then follows—
his dry food and water are there as usual
but he looks up at me hoping for wet food
which my wife feeds him when she gets up—
so he nibbles and drinks and goes to the door
and I let him out after his night inside—as usual.

I've had my water and now that he's out
I visit the places with a lint roller to roll up
his cat hair from the spots he usually lounges
then make my cocoa and come into this office
where as usual I read a chapter from the Bible
and make my way to this desktop computer
where it comes to me in the quiet how nice
to be home and ease back into these routines
this poem an unusual record of this feeling.