The long walk back home

He was walking a long time
the long walk back home
Back home where he belonged
leaving the sunny shores behind
The beautiful beaches
and the waterfronts
The birds staring at him
as he was lost into nothingness
Seemingly immersed into a deep trance
unaware of the surroundings
Walking, yet not walking
Walking, yet standing still
Standing still like the calm pond
Standing still like a monk in meditation
The walk was endless
just like his journey into nowhere
He was tired,
tired of the long walk back home
Home, where he belonged
in the abode of God