My second home

Jun 2016

It is my eternal fate to wait,
'Till I reach the boarding gate;
And embark on a journey to Victoria,
Filled with an amazing sense of euphoria.

Presently, the Coho sounds its token horn,
As it cuts through the fog of an early west coast morn.
I am standing on deck with a bowl of chili.
My face is smiling very exuberantly.

I am coming back to a second home,
About which I shall have to write another poem.

Alexander Robertson