Odyssey

I let go of me,
to birth me.
I use you as shore.
Return and repeat.

I mortar these words as dam,
containing elemental force.
In muteness I reach,
where desires seek to beach.

You are siren's song
and I,
Ulysses mast-lashed.
I strain to contain madness,
to crash upon Source.

Grateful be I
for trusted companions
deaf to my howls.
I withstand the pull
on my way forward home.

I am looked for.

May 2004