Simple comforts

Traveling scares me.

I fear the plane, the train, the bus.

But yet I wandered far

Not even in the same orchard

As the tree was.

It’s not easy,

I obsess over

Things that could go wrong.

The ugliness of this planet

Is so plentiful,

Our cup runneth over.

But the thing to do,

Is find things that give

You expected relief.

You take that,

And just by anticipating,

That you’ll find a quiet zone,

Relief comes.

For me, it is reading

One of a selected group of books:

The lord of the rings,

The life of pi,

Moby dick, oddly.

I must’ve read each one

A thousand times,

I know what they offer,

I yearn for certain parts.

And this keeps the wolves away.