Submitted by Paul Bluestein
I set out on an ocean
of my own uncertainties.
Carried on the changing tides
I sailed just where I pleased.
I’ve felt the gentle southern breeze
and weathered northern storms.
My face got lined from searching
and my hands and heart got worn.
Packing all of my tomorrows
I left my home along the coast,
searching for the things
that I thought I wanted most.
My sails were filled with winds of change;
I sailed out by the stars;
kept my eyes on the horizon,
which always seemed so far.
It’s been a long, long journey
while I sat tending the flame.
It gave me time to wonder what’s been lost
and what’s been gained.
After years of watchful waiting,
trying to understand
It’s finally time to rest a while
here, in sight of land.
After all these years of wandering
weary to the bone,
it seems so strange, so late in life,
to be so close to home.
About the Poet
Photo Credit: Martin Johnson Heade – Sailing off the Coast
Love this poem and so true
This is so well crafted. I love the rhythm of this poem and it reads like the lyrics of a song. I always enjoy poetry that rhymes, like a classic rock and roll song. Well done Paul.
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