Drift Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki
Drift
Lift the pole
Let the boat drift
Listen to the wind
As it rustles in the leaves
And remember home.
Remember time spent alone.
The time before you knew
Who you were
Who you could be
What would stand in your way.
Remember becoming.
Remember nebulousness.
Remember how good it felt
To be nothing but potential.
Let yourself re-enter that state.
Become nothing.
Become one.
Reclaim wonder.
In the moment, be.
Watch the ripples.
Feel the sun.
Reach out and touch the willows.
They are your sisters.
Let them weep for you.
Let their falling leaves
Retain your pain
And float it away.
Then begin again.
Free of the weight
Of self.
the title caught me on this one too, suzanne. some of what you say here reminds me of my poems " sunning" and " sabbath reverie." i wonder about getting back to where we felt nothing but potential, but i know we can claim what's now and follows as new starting places. in letting go, in shedding, we can begin again—which is probably mainly what you're getting at, yes? -glen
Really Love the way you write, you have a way that touches peoples heart! Another wonderful poem! ! !
a philosophical overtone pervades through out the whole poem, well composed, you are a great poet and you write well, thanks for sharing
Spirituality is touching and meaningful. Enjoyed the thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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I would like to translate this poem
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Lift the pole Let the boat drift Listen to the wind As it rustles in the leaves And remember home. You are very much poetic dear poetess. tony