You’ve come to this shore, longing—
a voice, a word, a sign there is more.

O, were it written on parchment,
your length of days transcribed on a scroll,
that you might follow your own direction
in advance of the journey.

Instead, write this: your name
in the book of life, your tomorrow
blank as sand after the wave.

There is strength in surrendering
to that which is greater.


View the painting that inspired the poem.

November 21, 2017 — Alexandra Hunter
Tags: poetry