Slate grey sky
Snow white foam
Keening wind
Reaches bone
Ferry lists
Returning home
Wistful sigh
Beauty storms
Quiet mind
Soon refilled
Mundane time
Keening wind
Reaches bone
Ferry lists
Returning home
Wistful sigh
Beauty storms
Quiet mind
Soon refilled
Mundane time
Being there
Or the
Being away
Or the
Being in motion
Which defines the true nature
Of my wanderlust
I usually decide
There’s no need
To pick one
I stand
On the exposed bar of sand
Close my eyes
And listen
For the wind
And the waves
And the shutter click
Counting out the seconds
One by one by one by one
The mountains
And the sea
Beneath azure skies
Underway
Destination of no concern
Not clinging
Preparing
To leap
Not a beach
For laying out towels
Basking in the sun
Building castles
In daylight
Pretty enough
As I drive by
Between
The day behind
The day ahead
When time
Is all
My own
A quiet
Internal
Revel
In the beauty
Of it
All
And I
Becalmed
On the quiet sea
Furl my sails
Start the engine
Turn for home
To which I bring
This peaceful moment