waves

Unpredictable
and endless,
steady
and rolling:
so are the waves,
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.

jcs, 2007; rev. 9.22.2011