writings on life

The Cruise

After six days I’m back where I started

Why did I leave

What was I looking for

I cut my own skin with my fingernail

The moment I set sail

Yearning and searching

Running to no avail

I couldn’t find it there

Among all the luxury and ease

No, the sea and the time kept me chasing air

I couldn’t wait to get back

Feet on terra firma

Again, finally

On the beach I’m free

Running with my dog, my best friend

Against us the wind

The tide too

Somehow this feels more like me

I look out and spot a cruise ship

Ironic

It’s sailing away

Something that was once iconic

I bite my lip

I’m okay

Something else in the water catches my eye

I can’t make out what it is

Its head and eyes then peer through the waves

A sea turtle

First one I’ve seen in all my days

Right here

Right where I was

Where I now am

The turtle goes out with the tide

The ship sails off as well

I gladly watch them go

Wash my hands in the water

I’ve made up my mind

This I know

I have all I need

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