Traversing Oceans
Often I’m writing poems
Even I don’t understand
The words just seem to flow from me
Like water from the hand
Though there is some deliberate direction
There is always also splash
The life seems just to splatter
It stains the crimson sash
I often love to drift along
Sail the open seas
And somewhere in the midst of it
I find out who is me
So try a little sailing
Open to the winds
You just might find your deliberate course
Becomes subject to beauty’s whims
There truly is the place of wonder
8/29/18
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