A few days later the younger son gathered all he had
and traveled to a distant country…
It’s not so far, that distance,
hidden here in my wayward heart,
seeking space from you,
and that righteous son of yours,
hungry for my own self-made place
beyond the borders I imagine,
the closed eye, the clenched hands.
It’s not far at all, I can go there in a flash,
and do, daily.
What, even now, am I running from?
What am I never not looking for?
Oh, the things I could have used those wings for.
In this far country I see your fingerprints.
You created this place, too. Nothing is outside you.
I can’t escape you, can I?
No matter how I distance myself,
no matter how far the land,
how removed my heart,
I am not even in sight of your horizon.
I am in you.
I have never left the house.
Walk with me,
this long journey home.
Home … in you