We, called to return,
look seaward:
water and horizon touch.
Gold pools of summer bright
lap at the rocky shore.
Loneliness gathers at our feet.
From where we came,
shall we return in fire;
water calls us home.
Copyright 2004 by Peter A. Stinson.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.
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