They
watched as he drew closer,
a
shadowy figure zig-zagging
through
moonlight, cutting up stars
that
so carefully construct
the
way home, like pin points
on
a old map now faded,
edges
forming of a brand new galaxy.
The
ship waits in the un-mapped water,
nervous
as a parent, anxious
for
it’s child’s return to land that’s known,
not
unbranded seas of orange and gold,
glittering
peninsulas and Eskimo-white peaks.
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