Houseboat

I felt it when you left that summer,

When you drove hours away after our visit

Leaving me standing on my sidewalk.

You were a houseboat

--where I should be living--

and you were motoring to another mooring.

I kept staring at these four walls of my house

And thinking how unfamiliar they were

--without you.

You need so little on a houseboat

And when you love to be close

Even restless waters are safe.

When you visited again two months later

It felt like I had come home.

Even though we were standing in my driveway.

So even now, I anticipate the hour each day

When you ride the currents back to me

And make our house Home.