A Returning Tide

August 7, 2020

Revisiting oceans I’ve sailed before,

my eyes now finally see

Their currents deeper but softer felt,

all doldrums blowing free

As friends I greet them no longer strange,

once passing in the night

With anchors dropping inside my soul

—to harbor this delight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.