The Returning (home)
Dedicated to RDK and AB
The stars rippled
in the evening sky,
the late afternoon faded
into the crepuscular dust,
the footpath home
was lit by the afterglow
of a fading day,
“tonight,”
he whispered to himself, “tonight, I’ll be home again,
for I’ve travelled far,
from far away,”
And so later,
as he lifted the latch
upon the familiar,
the garden gate,
and walked up
to the front door,
through the gardens overgrown with time,
knocked in patterns
and rhythms
upon the ancient wood,
the door opened
with a flood,
of warmth and light,
and there,
upon the porch,
there with his first wings
and roots,
his mother smiled
and stood.
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