Thursday, February 16, 2017

Over the Wide, Wild Open Sea

I am lost.

With eyes open I cannot see my way

no map.

no compass.

Rudderless I do not steer


the wind blows east, I go east.

It blows west, I go west.

over the wide, wild open sea.




The land is a memory i cannot bring to mind

the trees, the grass the verdant hillsides

The snow in winter

The blossom in spring

all recollections are dim

All there is the ocean and the big blue sky



the wind blows east, I go east.

It blows west, I go west.

over the wide, wild open sea.




Did once the land beneath my feet not move?

was there once soil and not sun bleached wood?

was once my bed not a deck, my pillow not bulwark?



the wind blows east, I go east.

It blows west, I go west.

over the wide, wild open sea.


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