Wednesday, December 25, 2013

More Beautiful to Roam (Poem 266)

When you arrive and 
no one sees you, 
let the ebb tide lead. 
Nothing you need is 
missing--close your 
umbrella and look up, 
count the salty stars. 
The ringing in your ears 
may be singing or 
the pear-shaped tones 
of distant bells. Only 
shifting night will tell 
your secrets, let them
trickle  and puddle 
at your feet, ripples 
kissing your ankles.
Draw the thread of
dreams, embroider
every lonesome night,
and in time arrive
where someone waits 
to see you home. 
So easy, that, and yet 
more beautiful to roam.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six