Homecoming

All night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
-Dylan Thomas

Now what?

I wish the best years of my life weren't spent
nestled between the breasts of God,
looking straight backwards into the gold. 

O Smelting iron of time!
where your pale moon-scorched skin hadn't yet fallen
in my hot sun-drenched embrace...

Remember what shaped you? 
Remember those days of dead eyes waving
down our parents' hallways in the dark
and remember? Each breath didn't yet mean sadness.

I think you'll find that things have changed considerably, says my guide.
I think you'll find whatever happened, happened for a reason.
I think you'll find the sky blue sky wide open like inverted seas
and filled with handsome handfulls of treasure
if only you dive in, leave the cheering golden crowds behind.

Now what we gunna do?
Don't you hear the music playing?
Rain drums
everyone instrumental
and trying to keep pace with the windshield wipers
as we slide down this highway to the sea

What a tiny world in that rearview mirror.
How very little gold there 
's to see.

Through this storm
You only wish to relax but may I remind you
how hard it was? Remember?
Don't stop at the red light,
making love and hope and harbors in the sand
Now we return home. Dark hallways
free from anger.  Free from guilt.  Free from all those nettings
looking back, straight wards filled with numbered mistakes
locked and peering through the bars and glass

Empty cells and broken shells
we're free. We're going home.
They won't touch us again
we're headed home.
We're coming home.