I am back home
unplanned
as if I snap awake
as if I'm washed ashore after a storm
and blinking off the sand
it's Ithaca I see.
A different skyline, different people
yet my heart trembles like a compass
hums like a homer
buzzes me to stop
to take my sandals off and walk into the river
unchanged
as if those other things that happened in the ten strange years
were just a few adventures on my way.