Standing high on the bluff
rising over Stonewall Beach
on the island of Martha’s Vineyard
where centuries of wind and waves
have been chiseling the shoreline back
further with each blow
after stormy blow
Where generations of Langmuir hands
have moved that dotted line of great white rocks signaling safety in the moonlight
pulling them back and then
further back again
On that grassy sandy ledge
that has listened to my heart
taken the measure of my Muses
rounded off my edges
and holds all I know of love
Here on this edge
of all that I hold sacred
I plant my soul
holding tightly to my flags
and signaling HOME.
I am home.
