Ten years away: Ulysses must have wondered
why he bothered.
You too notice what we
have learned to overlook. That the clarity
of air only delineates what’s lacking; that
our city has been grafted onto the land,
not grown out of it; that here we are
no more virtuous, however severe the stars.
Exile or not: sometimes it is difficult
to decide. How can anyone be at home
on the edge of the world? and no doubt
the palace seems full of intruders.
you are welcome. You will find that we
can be gentle with our exiles. That though
the soil is poor, it irks us into growing.
[from MTFLG, McIndoe]
© The Estate of Bill Sewell 2004