On the morning of this

homecoming,

The freshly wet air

is still in anticipation.

The cool gloom before

the day’s break

hangs over as I board the plane,

the great mechanical bird.

The buzz of the cabin can be felt

all over. Or, is that me?

 

Following procedure, my body is

plunged into hyperspace until

I’ve ascended above the gloom,

in the infant morning light.

And look! I am not left wanting,

for while the colors of dawn

fall not on me,

the dazzling Moon and twinkling ocean

wave at me, and shine on my soul.

Then, all gives way to

the twin seas of

ocean and cloud

as I go home.