He saw his world
through frosted pantry windows
spiced as it was
with home made marmalade
and golden pickled onions
in jars dated before he could remember
painted in shadows
by a forty watt lightbulb
with a broken shade.
Occasionally he thought
he might like to get out more
and seek a wider truth
but here he had all he needed
here he felt safe
and after all was said and done
it was home.