The Ithaca Revelation

retreating from retreat
nourished and still
Sitting at the café
Counting down the heartbeats
Until the train whistles
And the ties lead back to you
Warm in bed,
cat tangled in your legs
Pillows littering the emptiness
Where my body should be
Will be
In just a few more hours

One hand on belly, one palm to heart
One intention
To return to Penelope
After such internal exploration
Discovering that home is sanctuary
And you are home


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