Returning Home

On a still afternoon, the sun is hiding Now softly framed in bands of gold A garden, cheers with blooms, inviting The old house warms with stories told A suitcase heavy in her hand, no one to greet, no one about No one to cry, or ask the why of then She had left it all, so long ago, impatient to be gone Here and now, in different light, she finally understands She sees a place so strangely *****, as if she’s gained new insight As if another eye had sprouted new, to view the past more clearly Familiar, yes, so much the same but presented quite peculiarly Perceiving shade and shadows, shape, and sacrificial grace A chrysalis that held her in, is now a place of love How fine it is to safely land…a butterfly flies on home ------------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by Rick Parise's contest "The Spirit Eye"