Conveyor belt home

Then I stand back and look at everything on the conveyor belt
and I think how familiar these foodstuffs are to me
how frequently chosen over competing provisions
how omnipresent in my cupboards they are
how ubiquitous in my life
how much these things collected together, even in this daunting place,
speak to me of home and comfort and sanctuary
and such is the power of this feeling
that I almost expect to see other parts of my life
my sofa, the book I am reading, my husband
nestled in amongst these objects
and I think about the warm hug of home
and I am grateful