Poem: Adrift

Adrift

Here, the tide is gentle,
the currents slow.
There is no rush or storm.
No motors or sails.
No timetables except the moon and sun.
a gentle movement, trustworthy and true.

For now, I am content to stop my fighting
against the currents, against the tide,
and drift a while, finally effortless,
without destination or need to go
anywhere, trusting the water, sun, and moon
to leave me, eventually, on a new shore.

About this poem

Sometimes, the journey does not need us at all. It does not need our opinion, our work, our fretting, or even, our effort.

Tom

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