We used to have four legs

We were joined, whole in our togetherness

Until some petulant gods split us in two

Now our lives come down to; how do you travel home?

Odysseus traveled home for ten years

Time looming, Penelope waiting

Their bed growing, anchored in the earth

But he traveled persistently

Battling endlessly

His north of love never faltered

But sometimes I know if the connecting flight gets delayed

The Airport hotel is as good a place as any to stay a few days

So tired of trying to get home

There’s wifi here and hot water

All these sirens singing

Even my heart occasionally

After a terrible date

After another engagement photo

Beats me to rest a bit

That is not how I travel home

I know there is a north for me

My Penelope I haven’t met

My bed grows every day

My ship, or plane will be delayed

But I will travel home always

So that our four legs can truly rest