Calling me home, a poem

 

I hear the echo
of the winds
calling me home
as the sun falls
in silent homage
to the day
and sails rustle
in glad obeisance
while waters lap
their thoughtful cadence.
The boat leans
and we lean
as we try
to memorize
the feeling
of being adrift
yet, no longer at sea.

© Sumyanna 2018

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