Homecoming

I wish there were lessons on homecoming. How to find a way and How to embrace the strangers. I know the paths are merged into greens and blues, into a stroke mark that starts and ends in itself or an archaeopteryx ready to fly on the other. Through everglades and fenlands, I find myself floating and dipping my head in the water. I paddle through the rivers of time at the end. The alluring light of the hope summons the distant childhood, the world is within you and I am a mere trespasser with a belief. I will wait for you at the ramshackle gate once you recognize me, I am always there in the breathing canvas of shadows.