Everything was dangling when we left eleven days ago.
We're back to find things dangling still.  The household
Chores, the finances, the mundane task of finding
And preparing things which we can eat.  There's quite 
A stack of unpaid bills.  A storm blew through, and it left 
That much more to sway in front of us:  tree limbs down
And broken chairs; the swimming pool is full of leaves.
The kids have been here in our absence.  Nearly all
Our liquor's gone (the pool, as I said, still is full).  The trip 
Was nice, a fine diversion.  We saw craggy mountains 
And a bear.  We had a picnic with some relatives in pouring 
Rain, and, as we headed home, we drove for days through 
Empty, arid lands, the dead soul of America, and now
We're back.  Eleven days have passed, but almost
Nothing's changed.