Listening to the Song of the Sea

I listen

to the calling of the waves,

their endless voice,

hypnotic,

calling me home,

with a magnetic pull

as persistent as

the susurration of the waves

upon the shore.

I listen

to the voice within

telling me I have been away

from the song of the sea

for too long.

I listen,

with lifted heart,

to the dawn of a new year

which tells me

this is the year

of my returning.

For Poetry Jam's prompt: to listen, or to find one word for this year. I really needed an action word, for what it will take to go from listening to actually getting myself up and over the mountains. But I decided Listen was easier to write to.