Joshua Popoola Poet Quatrain

Inevitable

Sitting on the dock
I, lost in thoughts 
Stare into the deep sunset 
Awaiting my ferryboat 

Moments flip through my mind:
Family, friend, foe
Makers of  priceless memories,
The pages of a fully lived life.

The blaring of the captain's horn 
Draws me into the ferryboat 
A smile on my lips 
As I sail into the sunset.

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Joshua Popoola November 2, 2018 at 8:33 AM Thanks a whole lot for commenting

Caren Krutsinger October 10, 2018 at 1:12 AM I know the kind of peace you are describing, and imagine your first instinct upon hearing that horn was not a smile as you used the word blaring. However, when I am in this kind off a pensive mood, it takes a good deal to bring me back. Thank you for causing me to want to go off onto a dock and stare at water today instead of going to work.