Just kids
poems
- I’m sailing,
- I’m drifting on
- a rusty boat
- in open sea
- heading nowhere
- and everywhere
- like birch seeds floating
- on the warm breath
- of a Vermont summer,
- searching for a place
- to land and settle,
- an identity to inhabit
- and call my own.
- It’s a story I can’t get over, mine,
- this collection of half-finished poems
- full of half-hearted lines
- that sketch the color of my thoughts.
- Answers are supposed to help
- but the questions
- are quicker to rise.
- Still, beneath the sail
- lies the redeeming oar.
- Grab it and propel yourself forward
- into the winds of opportunity,
- and when the storm inevitably comes
- as it always does
- ride the waves
- and soar above
- the tempests that seek
- to cloud the light
- bursting from your heart.
