Wednesday, June 29, 2011


*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,
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.

1 comment:

  1. Loved it ...sidewalks or pavements and the people on them are always inspiring ....thank you