by Jaclyn C. Stevenson

Created on: May 10, 2007   Last Updated: May 16, 2007

waves

Unpredictable
and endless,
steady
and rolling:
so are the waves in which we whirl,
in crests and swells,
and often, storm.

The rudderless many fight the tides,
searching for beacons among juts and jags

and these aimless vessels, I know them well
I know the swims of struggle

but a current has pushed me
from an ocean too vast
into a familiar sea.

And at once, I am buoyed.

I float, I breathe

for
I am home.

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