Home Poem, by John Lee, at My poetic side

Home

Fish on! The captain calls.

We pull the line, dress the fish

then pack it on ice.

Then I'm back to the bow,

waves slapping the boat

the horizon is where the sea

kisses the sky.

I say my prayers there,

or just speak within

my longing heart.

We dock, the crew

hurries to off-load the

fish for the market.

The lighthouse keeper

let's me hang out on

the gallery deck.

There I meditate and write,

to forget about when my

life was wrecked.

Are you coming along? She calls.

Yes my love I answer, just a

little longer I'll be home.

Home