Poem: The Path of All Seas

The Path of All Seas

The feelings seeth, just under a placid surface.
Too many of them, torn in different directions,
a strange storm that lies underneath.

A strange storm, wind from every direction,
all at once. No help, no hint of which way
to set your sails.

I have become proficient at drifting,
at letting loose the sails and letting them flap,
letting them wait for the wind to find a direction,

knowing at long last, after a life as a sailor,
that in the end, all seas lead back to you.

About this poem.

A love poem. A poem about faith. Maybe about sailing. Poetry never has just one meaning.


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