Poetry About Ending Vacations

Wet swimsuits hang from the balcony chair. We shake the last sand from our shoes. The suitcase refuses one more folded shirt. Outside, another family finds the bright blue door. The road home begins beneath a cloudless sky. A vacation ends by becoming memory.

Look again from the quieter edge. We shake the last sand from our shoes. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Outside, another family finds the bright blue door. Attention loosens the first easy answer. A vacation ends by becoming memory.

Wet swimsuits hang from the balcony chair. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. The suitcase refuses one more folded shirt. It returns us to departure, packed bags, last mornings, travel, homecoming, photographs, and returning to routine. The road home begins beneath a cloudless sky. The day continues with a more attentive heart.