Homeward Bound

We scattered; most of us arrived
home safe, if tired from the drive.

Tired and slightly drunk on words
that flowed like honey, flew like birds

from lips that savor every drop
of life. Each sentence has its stop,

but we know this is only comma,
pause to rest, renew. The drama

goes on after intermission,
actors take their new positions

waiting for the curtain's rise.
New act. New lines. Old themes reprise.

Roll on, the river: let life recommence.
See you again at next year's conference.

Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside