Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Floating Back Tide

They floated me out
on dinghy
upon a tumultuous tide
        rode
soft, swift, deft
atop highest wave
to the swell sucking
      sweetly
  down

I wanted to fly
looking on blue sky
Why a watery surface
with its unknown depth?

They sang to me from shore
      too gently
Bird and bee dimensionally
          sung
It hurt. Skirts flirt
motion from an ocean
for a willing, wanton clown

Will it come back around?

I needed oars to row
envisioning sought, brilliant horizon
Why does it escape day to day
unable to paddle
      back
    time?

No chorus, nor melody now
for an ostentatious fool

in his common vessel.



12.2.22

It needs work, but I’ll brave eyes upon it.