I see you, sun of my country, here in this foreign forest 
I’ve never strolled, yet I know the 60 trees 
whose arms no longer offer shade. 
            These arrow-mothers 
gifted me the keys to find my way back 
to my home, to my Penelope. If I were Odysseus, 
perhaps the axehead lock would not hide 
so shrewdly, but show like you, oh light! 
            pouring through 
its hollow, burning the shape onto my corneas. 
Yes, dear sun, you showed me to the keys, but still 
            no door, 
no loop to aim the arrows through. 
I am grateful to my mothers, but if home is beyond 
            all horizons, 
perhaps I will build a new log cabin with their legs. 

Most poems on Allpoetry get anywhere between 1 and 15 likes and a handful of comments. We are all poets who want our own pieces read and often interact just to be seen ourselves. The owner of the site periodically “picks” poems to be viewed on the home page (I don’t know how he goes about this as there are hundreds of poems posted daily), and one day he picked this one. Even weeks afterward, when it was long buried past page 10, I was getting likes and comments. Currently, I’m at 46 likes and 26 comments. I have never had that much exposure. And I’m still not entirely sure what about this poem in particular spoke to people. I was pretty satisfied with the end result, but never in my dreams did I think it would resonate with others like it did.

It ended up placing gold! in the contest I wrote it for. See it here: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2830812-National-Poetry-Month-April-9th-noguest