Homecoming

by Connor Holmes

We watch bedtime shade our
Apartment walls, daughter, and you
Will be ten years tomorrow.
Time is like that. Night lasts forever then
Ends in a flash. Yet how well we keep
Our dark. Dew settles on Washington pines
Beyond our window, their dawn weighing us

From stem to roots. Today we carry thirst
To remind us. I want so much to go back.
I want so much. Let morning
Drink of you, my love. It is enough.

Let the horizon open, take us
Together, crested star
Light tangling your Phaeacian
Locks, golden-
Doodle stuffie ringed in your arms
Still. How to wake you, I wonder, to call you
Home.

 

Connor Holmes is a Florida transplant living in Washington, where he writes and lives with his daughter. He worked for several years as a crime reporter at his hometown daily newspaper before earning his MFA from the University of Tampa.