Return

The further we roam
the longer the journey home.

For some, a few blocks is a
mighty trek.
For others, half way around the world
is just a start.

The edge of the Earth is a fearful
place when we don't know
that it's round--something
I take on faith and logic,
not having taken that journey myself.

You in the crow's nest of the three-masted schooner--
I helped you see islands I never dreamed of.
Write to me when you go ashore.
Send me a coconut shell or something.
I will note your great achievement,
watching daily for signs of your return.