Ithaca

to simply sit

in pure silence

is not often

easy nor

instantly

pleasing

to become diffuse

purplish tint

from one

broken blue

berry oozing

on new

fallen snow

and for just

a small

spare

moment

if the soft

descending

lacework of

grace enters

this empty

bare room

you may slip

from the

addictive

bonds

of your

stooped

tired self

and become

no one at all

with nothing

to tell, no

branded

goods to

market

or sell

and then

know down

in your bones

the comfort

the freedom

of having

finally landed,

of being

truly at

home.