Homebody

Home is a comfortable prison

The thermostat is set exactly the way I like

predictable and controlled

in my waking and sleeping

I wake with the essence of comfort

creatures of comfort snuggle with me

all day long if I let them

I peep the outdoors from a distance

A thirty year old window admits 

only sparing unpredictability

The world is stagnant, predictable, here. 

Locking myself in

Instead of creeping into chaos.