Just this side
Of the horizon
It’s lingered there
As long as I remember
While the horizon calls to me
It’s lingered there
As long as I remember
While the horizon calls to me
But there
The resort so close
I nearly feel the warmth
Of the golden window light
The frontage seems
To brace against the weather
Like I sometimes do in a storm
Arms outstretched
Head on into the rippling wind
Gawd
I love
A ferry
The magic carpet
Of roadtrips
The noise
The chaos
The violence
But by finding within these
The song
The rhythm
The transformation
Therein I discover
The beauty in all things
Therein awaits
Serenity
Therein am I
Transformed
Electricity and engines
Polymers and composites
Production lines and factories
I could not make
A single thing I’ve brought
In the emptiness
Of my quiet mind
I discover the contours
Of being
Keening wind
Reaches bone
Ferry lists
Returning home
Wistful sigh
Beauty storms
Quiet mind
Soon refilled
Mundane time
But changed have I
Beyond a scope
I can explain
No people of
This world the same
Yet all alike
In ways I’ve seen
Which never learned
From books or schools
But only when
I took the road
And spanned the gap
In time and place
To meet them in
The worlds they’ve made
Sat at their hearth
And listened, then
And when the darkness
Comes again
There am I
A beacon for you
To find your way
For you are the light
Which made my own life
Bright as a beacon