There will be no fanfare for me as I turn

onto my block.

There will be no tears or exclamations of joy

as I come back to a house full of people who love me.

There will be no suitors to fight off

or a throne to reclaim.

I am not Odysseus

but this is my homecoming.

It may not have awaited me, but I awaited it.

I climb the stairs, turn the key

The smell of home embraces me. I hear the sounds

of sleep from darkened bedrooms

And that is enough

my bags slide to the ground and I lean on the closed door

I smile.

Ithaca at last