Dreaming of Home

I know you are out there, and I hope you are waiting for my return. Each day you swim within my thoughts, attaching to everything I think, consuming what ever I have left.

A slow walk across the airfield
beneath mountain shadows.

I see pictures of you and building emotions overflow and surface things I have kept hidden.

I watch the sunset
in silence and with
eyes closed I leave here
and land there.

What is home? I do not hear a voice calling me home. I feel the tug and pull on every nerve, muscle, and bone. I feel my mind and being transported through time, through memories and experiences, back into the kayak, and through the mountain pass.

Massive clouds collide with
mountain tops and the rain
blankets the sound with
soft drumbeats, accompanied
by distant thunder.

 

Near Whittier

Near Whittier

Prince William Sound

Prince William Sound

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