Not A Hint Of A Breeze Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Stuck without a rudder.
And there is not a hint of a breeze,
To puff up and push my sails.
I have clearly stopped my rush,
To begin to notice and appreciate my life.

And suddenly I am relieved.

As far back as I can remember,
I can not say I have ever enjoyed...
Either the Sunrise or Sunset,
With such quiet enthusiasm...
As I sit and feel such incredible peace.

With stars at night to twinkle bright,
Right above my head...
I have discovered a reason to smile.
And with a clarified purpose...
I have now an intention that invites my happiness.