Uncertain They'll Ever Return Home Poem by Mark Heathcote

Questionably: we ask why they even flew
Why, at length, they cross that corridor blue
Questionably: we wonder if one day we will too
At some distant point in time, rendezvous
Why did the golden sun finally turn off its lamp,
Has a lighthouse without so much as an amp.

Arguably, they're decent in the dark-
Shouldn't reach that shores watermark
How fearlessly they pierce the unknown
Uncertain they'll ever return home
See their arrow vs. entering nimbus clouds
On their final flight path, death throws.

If they've got a winning combination,
They'll not drown at sea in damnation
It's their last ultimate migration,
Let's pray they all reach their destination
How fearlessly they cross a great divide
Every sinew of their strength, newly quantified.