Drift Poem by Doris Cornago
Drift
Dreams cost us time
We sprung leaks in our boat
Run out of a fishing line
Grounded in a sand dune
We threw treasures overboard
Until the load gets lighter
Sailing out to open sea
A beacon beckoned us eerily
Fingers bleed in a hurry
Mesmerized by the dark
Voices tell us go here, no, there
Directions, misdirections
Bolder now, my sailor
Listen to a solemn inner voice
When the breeze come, drift
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5/2/2024 3:09:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm still here watching out for you, baby. Never fear but you need to silence your fears and make a decision. You're the expert sailor but there are factors beyond your control.