It’s where I learned
that not all friendships
can sail off, into the dawn.
My new day
has pardoned your wave,
asked all, then nothing of it.
I can stand straight,
tall as a sailor
waiting for a lifeboat
that may never come.
And yet there are others
out there, waiting.
I am not alone tugging.
I am letting go,
wondering if all that love
can still be wrapped up
like a gift in the current.
June 28, 2014
Reaching Joy 