Almost Home

When I turned onto that familiar stretch of highway tonight, I felt a peace---I was going home.  Home, my own place, under my will, restful and quiet, familiar and still. 

And the drag of the week, the demands, things to do, and the constant additions too, too, too, slid in a puddle I left on the road, and the part that remained was placid and whole.

And to think for a moment before I turned down that stretch, I was tempted to give up myself to the mess, to lose to the chaos, to drift the unknown, but then I decided, no, it's time to go home.