Journey's End

Another is waiting, and May summons me to her.  I am commanded to a pilgrimage, and I must make it alone.  It's not a voyage into my imagination I take each spring, but a journey along real highways.  And yet I go where all worlds meet.

Something in me, something beyond imagination, a thing ineffable bids me seek my source.  I go, then, to the sea.  God's most perfect creation, she has spawned the myriad creatures, and I am kin to all.

On the sunlit sands I stand watching her.  The water mark that defines her realm from mine lies but a few feet ahead.  Within me are a thousand memories: woe, weariness, love, laughter.  There's so much to say.

"I've waited," she murmurs.

"And I've come," I reply.  Then, barefoot, I go to her.