Poem – Solace

The broken sky appears over
the horizon as the highway
opens and we begin
descending into Grand Marais.

Across the calm water orange
specks gather and coagulate
until the whitish streaks
are consumed by the setting sun.

A sense of home or place
elusive the past few months
flawlessly and automatically
distills itself within us.

Sipping on Irish beer
we ponder the years we have
lived and the regrets we have
carried into now.

We ask questions of each other
and ourselves,
hoping to find an answer
or solace.


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