Homecoming

There was time to cross my sleep,

the numbness, the ripple, the winds,

the dance,

the moist in the deep.

I have known to shrink before I had you

And so I had played a dirge

Calm and full to the dizzy halogen lights

To break out a chunk of that pumping machine floating by old, salty fluids.

It was a question of moving on.

A question of returning back.

A peril of circling around.

Years like courier boxes I had put together. In the skin without the meaning.

So I dreamt along.

But now, Odysseus to Hamlet, they had risked their return.

So must I today.

Cruising between the hearth and the exile.

It's another homecoming ,with a mask.

A story of a mask under the sun.