Better nostalgic in Ithaca than homeless and homesick?
Or the shock of haunting our homes sharper?
For it’s never a homecoming, never
After such a long time away from home;
After such a long time away from home
Our children must be grown up, our wives old
We faint in their frayed memories –
Damned ghosts back home from hell.
© Thoithoi O’Cottage (June 2011)