Here I am
in uncharted depths;
I think I’ll hail that disappearing yacht
or reeling in the desert
flag down my endless ride to nowhere.
Seeking shelter from depth
I could drown in any errant riptide
or shrivel to dust and somber song
and vanish in a boundless heaven.
So I carry my compass and star chart
to show me wherever it is
I ought to go
though I wonder when
l get there how I’ll sort out
trackless desert from fathomless sea.
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Nice meeting you on Friday night. I also "have no idea where or when or why I am."
ReplyDeleteMust run in the neighborhood.