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.