Adrift Poem by William E. Marks

I awoke adrift
in endless sea
waters churning with yearning
then
dead calm
engorged with doubt and boredom
From one port to another my ship did drift
at times almost torn asunder
by forces - dark and meddlesome
causing harm, for no good reason
But yet
when winds brought whispers of promise
I’d again set sail to catch the invisible
to guide my ship as though invincible
How often I felt the strain
as my ship pulled against the pain
of anchor weighed heavy with disdain
As fate arrived
one stormy night
I unfurled every sail
sewn in quiet hours alone
as others slumbered at home
With tiller in hand I guided my vessel
toward uncharted waters deep
but as sails unfurled did fill
and hull did strain
there it was – dragging astern
that old anchor of pain
Standing firm at helm
between
shroud and cloud
my being did surge with lifted urge
and reached with gifted strength
to grasp lightning from above
and sever tether to aging anchor
to ride rogue waves with fickle winds
and freely sail the sea of infinity