like sparrows burrowing their nests
they seem to find refuge in you
no matter how long the day or
dark the night.
turning my eyes back to the road
i look down into the valley
and realize for the first
that an early spring rain
has covered it with blessing.
i spend the night in an open field.
a canopy of stars spreads
over my head and
dreams of homecoming wash
through my soul.
in the morning i rise
and continue on with nothing
but my own yearning to guide my steps
soon enough i will come to know:
i am better off just one day
in this timeless moment
than an eternity anywhere else.
it is on this very threshold of return
that i have come home.