Thursday, January 12, 2006


Adrift on the sea of life,
In a raft as fragile as a leaf,
The calm in the eye of the storm
Was made for weary travelers,
A place to gather strength
Before braving the forces once again.
How long may I drift here
Before a vagrant wave
Picks up my fragile craft
And hurls me once more
Into the teeth of experience.


Beard said...

Hello Zareba,

That was nice.

We normally think of "experience" as an interruption in our life, but the calm is what tends to put us to sleep.

Zareba said...

Thank you, Be Now...Z