THE STORMS OF A LIFETIME

Oh the mess we make

of our little lives;

such grand emotions

like rogue waves

over such little words

and lesser deeds -

in those we tie

ourselves and our fate,

like a seaman

to an anchor.

Down, down in the

depths we go

in our furious feelings

like a drowning mariner

- while the anchor,

rusting emblem of

the petty storms

of our existence,

safely lies on shore

as a sailor's pillow.

03.05.2019