Taking Some Soothing Reflection Alone Poem by Mark Heathcote

Overwhelmed, I think what's there to live for
why do I cling like ivy to a stone?
Why serpentine the sky or the seafloor,
why am I not also on methadone?

At times life is like flotsam windblown.
Cut adrift but still as a lily pad
taking some soothing reflection alone
when these mundane days and nights overlap.

A true stalwart of self-introspection
I look back for lessons less peculiar
something binary like blood on vellum
I look for a bluish moon shining-like-pewter.

A lost love now tearful with contrition
I count the hours to a hopeful midnight
autumn days of golden repetition,
yours and mine, that's not measured or finite.

I oar into the lake, alone to cry.
This existence-at-times can feel so drab.
But cut adrift like dragonfly pupae.
Wings can bake, you believed were contraband.