Imagining Home Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Into the open window,
the perfume of ripening pears
meanders through the room
like softly whispered prayers.

On the cherry sideboard
cooling is a rhubarb pie
covered with a linen cloth
the colors of the sky.

Cinnamon, allspice, and nutmeg
sprinkled on piping toast,
and in the oven sizzling
waits a plump and juicy roast.

This is home,
whether in Massachusetts, Maine, or in the mind.
Home is where good things wait—
the delicious, domestic kind.