*I am sailing from the paradise of onestoppoetry for a new land in dVerse poets pub *
I managed to catch the wind in the pockets of my coat
and steer using my hands as keels.
I tacked the sidewalks
with simple,
fluid
ease,
and on my journey
I passed many strangers-
castaways on islands of themselves,
alone and hungry.
Some were building rafts,
some were diligently tending to their signal fires,
and some had nothing-
I should have reached out for them all,
but I had no anchor-
nothing to keep me from becoming more wreckage
on the same rocks that crushed their own ambitious ships.
Loved it ...sidewalks or pavements and the people on them are always inspiring ....thank you
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