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THE TURNING

He sailed
out of the harbor.
Lanterns bobbing
In the high wind,
course set
for some distant unknown.

And he glance backward
for only a moment.
Not from thinking
or clinging
to the past
but from habit.

His neck twisting
Slightly as it always had,
craning toward
the tavern
and the lighthouse.

He realized
what he was doing
as he did it
and after a few moments
he reasoned out
the why of it.

Like some
rutted old country road
his life had been
one way too long.

So he paid
heed to the sail,
made it taut
and as it caught
its first full
gush of wind
left all such
habits behind.