Imagem: Miriam Adelman
There are many ways to return to a homeland.
Smuggled bones. A book you wrote about exile.
In the veil of night, to take up arms, or to
straddle a fence, or pick your way through
the boulders, on your belly toward an unwatched
border. A body awash on the seashore. A covered face.
A counterfeit heart. Temporary silence.
To step off a plane into
the arms of your love: that
sounds more like the movies.
And they may come for youin the morning.