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.