Brazen and Shiftless
You watch it from a distance
as the wind shifts from land to sea
and back again, hoping for an omen
in the brazen, shiftless wind,
something to give you confidence
that the path you are taking is the right one,
when the truth is far less superstitious:
you choose your path and walk it
and somehow there are beautiful things
whichever way you go.
About this poem
I have worried about many things I had no need to worry about. No more.
The picture was taken in Kennebunkport, Maine.