Homecoming

The streets I wander are the streets I know
But every turn is somehow strange to me.
I know the places that I want to go,
And why, and yet I never seem to be
Exactly where I wish. I cannot say
If this misrecognition is my own
Or if the streets themselves can somehow stray
And make me feel myself evermore blown
Off of my course. I cannot now be sure
Of where I am, and so I start to flounder,
Uncertain of the depth I can endure
And worried that I'll drown if I should founder.
It's still a home, but one that ebbs and flows
As what I might remember slowly goes.