The Homecoming

Travel weary, though
the weight you now bear
is more than that. In your smile

it’s apparent, thoughts
are elsewhere. One eye
on the kids, the other looks

back from where you came,
the journey towards
what is yet to come. And now

preparing food in
the kitchen, you see
ancient motes, caught like planets

moving slowly through
the light. Unburied
memories, insistent that

you give them time, tug
and pull you across
the thresholds of every door.