A lighthouse cups her hands around her mouth and calls out into the darkness

A weather vane ignores the wind and gazes beyond yesterday’s drifting clouds

Rocks pin an unfolded map on four corners, not wanting the past to fly away

The North Star embraces the sky, waiting to catch my eye and lead me home

Thousand Miles From Lavender 

Painted bridges drip water colored pathways off canvas walls

French banquets, set, lay waiting for guest’s arrival to rejoice

One thousand miles from lavender, scents brush taste buds gently, stirring reunion’s anticipation 

Homecoming embrace, someday, rejoining connections lost to time