I am
like a sailor cast adrift
on the Sea of Time
whose course is steered
by Spirits
in the Tea Cup of Life.
Blown to the shores
of foreign lands
by the four Winds of Mother Earth
and the two Solar Winds of Father Universe.
Lost, on this seemingly endless voyage
without champions or friends to whom
to tell my sailor's tales.
Nor,
any wretched wild women
to lick the briny crusted salts
from my blue lips.
Neither,
do I have land,
dry and firm
with refreshing spirits,
and water to soothe my wet thirst.
A sailor with no hammock or bunk space
to call my own in this watery realm.
A true drifter
on the low tides
of a sheltered and boring life
guided
by the gentle
Sea Breezes of Time.

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Poetry

Classic Collection

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