It's been a while since I have visited my blog. Once in a while a poem comes to me and I have to let it fall out of my head. My hope is that it doesn't land on some poor unsuspecting innocent and give them a concussion. Random concussions suffered by innocent bystanders standing in the wrong place at the wrong time.
A walk on the Maine shore
Unfettered water on my right
Roaring with the joy of freedom
Speaking with the clarity of a safe heart
Standing tall driven by the moon toward me
While on my left...
A murky, circular prison
Filled with whirlpool thoughts
Surrounded by rock hard walls
As all prisons are
A tiny fish looks for a way out
I scoop him in my hands
And turn right