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For the Dawn, Horseshoe Bay to Nanaimo ferry, Strait of Georgia, British Columbia, Canada

For the Dawn

Dawn comes softly
In pastels
With a light wind

I breathe in the moment
Then hold on
To what I don’t want to let go

This peace
This sanctuary
This moving on

A quiet
I have not allowed myself
To experience

In a long time

Time
In my body
Letting the world be

Just as it is

Beautiful
And dark

Tranquil
And distressed

But just for this moment

Beautiful
And tranquil

That is enough
For the dawn

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Pastel Dawn, Horseshoe Bay to Nanaimo Ferry, Strait of Georgia, British Columbia, Canada

Travel ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #294

Dawn breaks in pastels
Scattered city lights
Which had powered night
Fade with encroaching day
Soon enough extinguished

While the trail
Marking my departure
Rises from the darkness
Now a frothy white
Upon grey slate

Receding mountains’ majesty
Diminishes with steady progress
In some few hours to be lost
Behind the moon-swelled sea
Held fast by Earth’s own gravity

So go I
Beyond the realm
Of all I know
To places
I’ve not yet loved

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Ferry and Mount Baker, Horseshoe Bay to Nanaimo Ferry, Strait of Georgia, British Columbia, Canada II

I Wipe Them Away

We make time across the Strait
The ferry carries me
From all that I’ve known
To I know not where

Yet

But that matters not
The where is not there
I’ve left there behind
Moved on

Forward?

Who knows
Not I
Just an hour gone
And I miss parts of it

Already

Like a child’s stuffed toy
Or her comfort blanket
The woman no longer needs
Nostalgia alone soothes adult vulnerability

A bit

I hope I’ve left
All such things
To the past
They have earned

Like tears

That have fallen
Already forgotten
But for the trails
Dried on my cheek

I wipe them away

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Amphitrite Lightouse, Wild Pacific Trail, Ucluelet, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

Rocky ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #292

I arrive at the end
Of a rocky path
Where a beacon indicates
A vast unknown
Beneath a misty guile

But a light of no small promise
Beckons from a distance
My faith tells me
Is surmountable

Perhaps it will be a smooth sail
On a quiet sea
Or a road no less arduous
Than theĀ  sharp-stoned path
Which bloodied my feet
Since many miles ago

No matter
The destination seems bright
And beautiful enough
While I have covered greater distances
With less hope
And no small despair