Upon Leaving Home

by Stephanie Russell

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    I left my quiet harbor

    In favor of another—I know not where.

    But first,

    there are seas to cross

    and storms to brave.

    How could I prefer the foreign deep

    to the encircling arms of my bay?


    some things

    can only be learned

    at sea.

    Yes, my craft is watertight.

    I can navigate the unknown,

    And O, the wind that fills my sails

    blows from home.