On the journey home

In the still morning,

 A lone sailboat returns home to the harbor, 

Back from adventures unknown, 

Watched over by the mountain as it passes. 

We, too, are on a journey home, 

Watched over as we pass 

Through waters sometimes still 

And sometimes rough; 

 The Watcher sometimes clear; 

Sometimes fogged in or clouded 

But always present as a marker 

To help us stay the course.