A Moment for the Self
The floods push and coax
others just go with the flow.
But not I.
Sometimes I drift towards shore,
I prefer swimming straight for the shore,
And then, I'm in another place.
No swimming with routine,
Far away from the ravine,
I find a sanctuary
that's as busy and endless as the river,
but one of my own imagination.
If I dream,
I have no control,
such is life.
If I daydream
on a stroll, I find parts of a soul
that rekindles the wildlife.
This poem is about:
Me