Leaving Avalon

Sitting alone in the back of a boat

taking me home

I watched the last of the passengers embark

The lights of Avalon 

color the dark water 

We depart slowly though
as soon as we are far enough away

the engine kicks in to a full roar-

white wake trailing behind

as the lights of the city grow farther

and farther away

Soon they morph into a singular line

and eventually into a point

and shortly after

even the point has gone

I close my eyes and let myself

breath deeply 

In time I see the lights of home

begin to emerge

I start to wonder

if something has changed

if everything has changed