The World According to Poetry #26
The Wanderers
By Stephanie Wood Miller © 2019
Their eyes look north
Out over the ocean
Straining to see hope
Coming up over the horizon
Running before the wind
Sails full
Promise of another life
Thirsty and hungry
For so long
They’re forgotten
The unfamiliar feel of security
And satiation
This one little leaf
Floating on the sea
Bread cast upon the waters
Can turn the compass of their fate
But the sea remains empty
Half swallowed by the vast sky
Pockets full of sand
Nothing to drink
Save their own precious tears