Long at Sea by Em Claire

LONG AT SEA

I left the Home so long ago now

that I would not recognize

my own face.

I constructed the Boat of my Life,

and I set out

into the open sea,

waving to all who knew

that the seas would give me

everything I could handle,

and everything I could not—

and yet they waved, and I set out

into the open sea

in the Boat of My Life:

built from Soul, crafted by Heart.

And with great innocence I pushed off

into the open sea

and have been away from my Home

so long now that I would not recognize my own face—

but I know that Home,

Home

remembers me.