Home

Home is where the knives are
the sharpest and the bluntest
in the drawer together
this one covered in honey
as you stand at the kitchen window
chewing and drifting into thoughts
about the knife drawer
and the sullen sky
that feels like an affront
as if weather were behaviour
perhaps revenge,
and something else about the knives
where they stand, handles up
in the drainer, ready
for cutting or spreading
something else - home is where
you help yourself, right?
To toast and honey, or an apple
and don't have to ask,
and again the rain.