West Wind

Far from where I’m supposed to be,

destined here to roam

Lost in waters still unmarked,

drifting and alone

On my way to nowhere fast,

distance calls my name

The wind a suitor, time undone

—future shores to claim

 

(The New Room: April, 2022)

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