Not quite the Ithaka of Homer
or even of Cavafy
still these summer days have proved
a homecoming of sorts
leasurely hours with family
and with ghosts
of summers past
the humid air made thicker
by the shades
of those we've loved
who've gone over the horizon
to their eternal rest
and now I'm ready
to move on
back to the life I left
only ten days ago
with all its shrill demands
it's busy pace
but somehow I'm at peace
as I was not
before these precious days
in which old memories
swirled around me
a swarm of buzzing bees
inviting me to feed
on the rich honey
of their hive