Odysseus

Home.

Odysseus strove 10 long years for it.

I never left mine.

I can’t find it at all.

 

A blood brick Baptist church.

A big stained glass window.

Jesus haloed by the rising sun.

I can’t find God at all.

 

I sit in a swing.

The church playground.

Still and misty morning. Little light.

I can’t find myself at all.

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