Myths Come True

Returning home, Odysseus rides the ferry at night I finally return to the end of our long road There's been weather again And there's debris on the mud beneath tires Clawed down by a sky unloading And I see a cutting reflection of something I don't recognize through the dark trunks I go out into it to look Technology, metal - an abandoned FedEx truck stuck In the mud where the stream overflows the ditch in storms like this An empty omen left out in the rain I walk back to the house with no headlamp Just gravel and my animal brain Here it is again Returning to the warm house from the wet night I left one round light on in the top room Insistent blunt symbols recur throughout my life A glow mythology A cyclops walks across the sky One window glowing in the forest Is there a song on the wind? I must have made myself this beacon I must have known it would be like this Belief slips in to my thinking And I know nothing at all Myths come true