Somewhere I once belonged. Who knows where? But like the map englobed My journey’s clear. I must find out. I must go there. For the past is space That must be crossed, Memory a face That’s not quite lost. Somewhere within me A remembered promise, Hard to misprove, A spoken word That is love’s premise, Trajectory of bird When it migrates In secret purpose, However hard The route proposed. Let the exile then return In evening peace However late, As from the dead And in forgiveness, With homecoming’s pace And horizon’s red Where clouds hovered, And somewhere overhead The uncorking sound of geese.