Home coming

Dropped in the expansive lands

of untilled fields, weathered weeds

devouring the calmer greenery.

Oceans teeming with fierce fins,

the screech of birds overhead.

Trunks that tower like volcanos,

spurting red and yellow leaves

like a flaming halo.

Rocks the size of clouds, tigers

and lambs on the hunt

for drowsy copses. Fashion

the tools from the earth,

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cull food from the bounty of wilderness.

Burn exotic foliage, lighting beaming

like a lighthouse. Kingdom untamed—

welcome to the place the future will call home.

Calm seas

Dwelling on the eye of the storm,

like a pin poised on a spinning top.

Encircled by the rush and rage

of heaven beating the ocean to splinters.

Nose the ship into the mouth

of the leviathan—we can’t spin

in the silence of the eye forever.

Tie yourself to the mast

if ups become downs and thunder pounds

your skull, lightning seizes your sight.

The world is in motion,

the ocean a seafaring vessel,

the waters sails and anchors.

Tie yourself to me when the sea trials

plummet through our open hands.

Hold on tight to me.