Home (Day 1338)

You are flying over water 

blue as a fairytale

deep and comfortable 

as familiar company 

attending to every spirit 

of the west  a hammock 

of crescent moon 

cradling the early stars

a well-mannered temperate 

evening of liquid reflections 

and soft-edged smiles

gentle haze of smoke 

mingling with the scent 

of seaweed  perfume  

of long-lost summers 

and immeasurable possibility

of guitar chords and voices 

floating into the redwoods 

while your eyes grow heavy

of sleeping loosely on cool 

damp earth  safely ensconced 

in the lavish poetry of 

the sea  singing you home

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