Out in the sunlight
ready for the excitement
Everyone is leaving
Everyone is running for the exits
When you return, open the curtains
count the days away
simply feel the presence of your loved ones
For the few precious days
You coming back to them
like a fisherman bringing in dinner
Many search for smiles and sunshine
the world over
Pick up a hook, tie it to the line with bait
Until something bites
down there in the darkness
Overdoing things to fill that bag where faith should be
Rock the boat until you become fish food
Irony and agony frequently speak to you
I have become a dock, a pier, a port even
Steady and protective
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