Sailor
Sailor
I run through my emotions as a ship in a hurricane,
Blown on winds bought with my trust.
Sailing seas of passion squandered in familiar port,
I am ungrounded.
Gulls screech above and around me;
Their petty screams grate temporary woe.
Pitching and yawing my way through each day,
Nights storm blackly.
Rest is come from busy distraction-
Idleness rocks this vessel in a prisoned tempest.
The mind and the heart wrangle in furious opposition,
I am cycloned.
The sky above is the wrack and wreck of karma unabated,
I am and have been my own cause.
The sea below is contemptuous of travel.
I sail on.
Cliff Lake 12/26/2014
Copyright © Clifford Lake 2014
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