Now home; the craggy peaks and sunny skies behind us,
Forests silent but for our own voices and a river's roar,
Replaced by unrelenting clouds and paltry hills, suburban
Sprawl and sometimes-moving traffic's roar, a plane ride
After this to rolling nothingness and obligations, put off
Only, unresolved. Again, the dreary day to day, as summer
Yields to dark and cold. We found what we'd been looking
For: our dimly-recalled paradise. Now, driven from it once
Again, we're drawn back to our homes.