I’ve never seen the world twice the same.
I do not have to sail into the horizon
to see the end of one day
or the beginning of another
to see the world twice, differently.

We do not have to travel so far
we forget the way
to use a different viewpoint to see
the world constantly changing.

I have seen boats leave, never returning.
I’ve stood on the beach tending a beacon fire,
releasing those gone past returning.
The world seems difficult without them.

At the edge of day, the world changes.
No boat needs to leave shore
to be a part of change;
the present moment floats into the next.