Safe In Hands
coast to coast
as been flown.
A son who
has become
fully grown.
a son who hugged
his weeping mother,
a boy just
landing next to
school bus tire.
a man who
paved his start
in the sand.
a man who
seizes life in
hand.
son and mother
are here again,
construing new
journeys,
while hearts expand.
my roots are here,
but my tree must still
grow.
miles and miles
have been flown.
A brother returning
to his friend,
shaking his tail,
carrying a bone.
I missed his scent,
missed his tongue,
oh what brothers
we have become.
~~~
the frontier is
endless,
the horizon clear.
Let me bask
with family
and be still.
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