Homeward Bound

 

A simple wooden boat glides

across a sea of immense tranquility

No engine or sail to propel her forward

only a gentle movement to traverse

I am a solitary figure

on an empty open deck

Ahead lies the promontory of 

a land which is the horizon before us

with a setting sun behind

Closer I see the silhouettes

of people waving a loft

They beckon forward my arrival

I cannot see their faces

but I know who they are 

Closer still toward the shore

I see them with crystal clarity

My parents, family, friends

who have sailed this way before

They are filled with a joy complete

as tears roll down my weathered cheeks

I am home at last, as what

was before is now surely in the past