My name is Odysseus,
I come from a land without boundaries.

Muddy switchbacked trails became sidewalks packed
with earth in Çatalhöyük around 2000 BCE, now black
tarred roads with sidewalks lining both sides.

Every culture knows such place-favorings: Apollo’s
fondness for Delphi, YHWH's for hot-headed Sinai.

Although the gods are inscribed by human cultures
they recognize no boundaries because we are born
with the illusion of instability, the mystery that takes
no sides.