A Poor Man for Shallows

Look for me in deep waters,
for I was not made for the shallows.
I flounder in the safe lappings of the harbor.
I die there, like starfish in the tide.

So look out, beyond the horizon,
beyond where shipwrecks lay,
to a place where storms live
and the lost never return

and you will see my sails
and hear the gentle trill of my pipes
as I travel to the edge and gaze over
to see what is there, and beyond.

About this poem

I am always getting myself in over my head. That however, is how I learned to swim.

The picture was taken on the North Sea, from the shore of the Netherlands.

Tom