Wharf

Walking on the empty pier in Santa Barbara I took notice of my personal growth set against the worn boards of the wharf. Each step revealing my future. As I sat to capture my thoughts, a small boat set out into the ocean. in the small letters adorning the stern… “meant to be”

A perspective to be sure,
This wooden jetty gives me sight
Suns rise in my mornings
And set peaceably to my right.

The surf pounds this day
Warding all to stay the beach.
But slack waters in the evening
Tempt horizons within reach.

Timbers worn-in by others' steps
But today this pier's my own.
Shaped by fears released
Into myself be grown.

And in my doubts and questioning
A message is sent to me
Trust the vision in your sunset
A boat sails, "Meant to Be"