hearing my name

eyes open close
the world the same
and yet here
in a land
where my name
is not spoken
there it is
once more
like an old friend
come home
the journey over
the gate closed
the door opened
home briefly

a familiar landscape

they talk about roads not taken
but there are roads took
choices made
that lead here
so very far from home
and home is where you go
when there’s no place left
to run
a familiar landscape
under a familiar sun