Wasted,
like a gesture of sympathy
I lay starboard,
at odds with the waves
Which rock me gently
As well as shake and
Threaten my vessel
Which is set off course
again and again
How am I to tell!
Which pulling and pushing
Is tearing me apart!
And which is placing me
Back together
The changing tides form me
Deaf to my prayers,
my pleadings
And my outright defiance
I am battered and beaten
I gasp for air
between the violent waves
And sometimes survive
long enough
To land on strange shores
And it is luck,
Not prayer
Or hope
Or my intervention
That allows me time
to catch my breath
To feel the sun warm
my bones
And dry me out
And luck again that casts my
desperate view
Upon some beautiful thing
That is only here for a little while
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