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
Painted 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.