And then there are the harbors always waiting for us
Seemingly blocked, but in reality
Reminding us we have the key and must use it
Your legs are poised, your harbor is ready and waiting
The shoals remain yet for the wise captain,
The water flows just right
Yes, to be who we really are
As you wait with darken eye shadow, in tandem with the garb
The firmness of grip in practice for what soon will arrive
The mouth breathing as your thoughts visualize the harbor
And hear the sounds of arrival
You may wait to be moved with hands
You may slowly ease on the back
Inviting, growing impatient, still battling the obvious
You now wait in the harbor
The direction is clear
Go with our current
Yes, it is to be who we really are

Tom Squitieri is a three-time winner each of the Overseas Press Club and White House Correspondents’ Association awards for his work as war correspondent. He reported from all seven continents, writing as a voice for the voiceless. His poetry has appeared in No Strings Attached, Style Sonata and The Griffin’s Inkpot