Where the moon’s reflection meets the city’s edge
I boarded a ferry to cross over with the rest
To a place that has always waited for us
This, the final passage of dreamers
Longing to awaken in a strange new world
I walked among them in dreams of my own
Unseen by eyes filled with visions over the sea
And the laughing wind played around us
I searched for the door to the captain’s helm
With a question forming on my lips
That might fall into existence with a spark
Then wondered if this ship even had a captain
At the bow, starlight in his hair
Hands outstretched over rushing waves below
I found the one who steered the ship
And the question on my lips fell dead into the sea
As I listened to the voice of a man returning home
Speaking for the first time in his native tongue

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Image by Elaine Thompson

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Growing up, we sometimes rode the ferry from Bremerton into Seattle. If you walked on in Bremerton, there was no charge. We would stand up top against the railing and look down into the water, counting the jellyfish that we passed by. Along the route are some of the most beautiful waterfront homes you’ll ever see. Then, as the end nears, the Seattle skyline rises over the water and swallows the ship whole.