Homecoming

Here I come again
With arms of lead
And lacerated feet.
Too many treadmills trod,
Too many burdens borne.
Too many mutilated milestones
Strewn across the bridle path.

Here I come again
With a limp in my stride
From chasing neon rainbows,
Seeking salvation in sandstorms,
Stretching out for tinsel stars
Pained on a plastic skyline.

Here I come again
Like salmon to the source –
To the circle of your arms
To the warmth of your smile
To the haven of your embrace.

Until a new moon rises
And waiting windmills call …


Frank Krishner 12 January 1994, Ranipul, Sikkim.


Note: Waiting windmills: reference to ‘tilting at windmills a la the Man of la Mancha , Don Quixote. Salmon to the source: salmon swim upstream, hundreds of miles to ‘home’ spawning season.